He’s a cool smooth-talker with a smile that can melt ice cubes.
And he wants to marry my daughter.
He popped the question a couple of weeks ago and she still hasn’t given him an answer.
His mom told him to be patient and give her time to think about it.
After all, she’s only six.
His mom was curious about what was going on in that six-year-old little head of his so she asked him why he chose my daughter. She thought he would tell her it was because my girl is sweet and beautiful. Or maybe because she drew a special picture just for him that recalled specific details like his precious brown curls and his #8 jersey. But he didn’t mention any of those reasons. Instead, he said something that made my heart skip a beat.
Why does this little boy love my daughter?
“Because she trusts my word.”
Grown-up little boys aren’t very different, are they? Doesn’t every man want to find a woman who will trust his word? I couldn’t help but wonder if my man always feels trusted by me.
His mom and I aren’t pushing a love connection between these two. We don’t want them to worry about boyfriends and girlfriends and marrying for a long, long time. They’ll only have a few years to be kids. We want them to enjoy every minute of it.
I don’t think we have to be too concerned. On the way home from school, my daughter told me that sometimes he taps her on the shoulder and won’t stop until she looks at him.
“And then he just smiles. As soon as I turn away from him, he starts tapping me again!”
“Maybe he’s just trying to get your attention.”
“For what?! So I can see him smile? I know he’s happy. He doesn’t have to keep smiling at me!”
Ah, young love. It truly is a many splendored thing.