We heard the church bells donging “Wedding here … This is a wedding!” while we having lunch today and the question came for the first time ever:
“Mummy, when did you get wedding’d?”
“Oh, Mummy’s never been ‘married’ Poppet” I answered, in as blasé a tone as I could muster – then breathed in and waited …
There it was. The first time he’d asked, ever.
“Beeecause … well, Mummy’s not found the right person to marry yet, Sweetheart.” The ‘yet’ was almost whispered.
There was a really long silence. So long that I hoped some other thought had distracted him, but then he looked me straight in the eyes and said, with a face so serious it made me cry:
“You can marry me Mummy”.
Jeez, just when you get to the point where you can actually live with yourself living alone …
I guess this is not ever going to get easier. Is it.