It did just that as I read rule number 34:
"Somewhere between the time she turns three and her sixth birthday, the odds are good that she will ask you to marry her. Let her down gently."
On a daily basis, Grace asks us to marry her.
And these are the moments I am reminded to treasure because I know before long, she'll stop asking us to marry her and instead, she'll be waiting...
Waiting for some boy to sweep her off of her feet and marry her.
Sigh.
At least for now, this little bride to be, playing dress up in my wedding dress, is mine.
