My darling daughter is turning three months in 11 days. By now she has already mastered conversational language through coos, wide smiles and gurgles, and has moved on to a curious fascination with
America’s Next Top Model her hands and sucking them like crazy. She’s gonna be cruisin’ and walkin’ in no time.
Pretty soon, she’s gonna be approaching me in the onion-scented kitchen, over tomatoes and a damp apron, and say, “Mommy, I’m getting married.”
Just imagining that makes me go all weepy.
I need to be ready for that moment and save myself the humiliation in front of her future fiance.