The following is a personal journal entry from 10/12/06 of mine that I came across while reading past entries. When I read it a few minutes ago it gave me a jolt of joy:
Thursday, October 12, 2006
It was last night as we were putting Julia to bed when she asked me to tell her a story about a wedding. I went on to make up a story about a little girl who dreamed of having a wedding in which she would be getting married to a doctor while wearing a beautiful, flowing white gown, surrounded by all of her family, friends, and a large bridal party. When I got to the part where I said she would dance with mommy and she would dance with daddy, she said that she, “don’t want to marry a doctor. I want to marry a daddy.”
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I really like this post. What a beautiful story, and I have to admit, I want to marry a daddy too:)