In a family of talkers it's probably unwise to classify "favorite" conversations, but this one is no doubt in my top three -- right up there with the romantic proposal in a hot air balloon floating over Lake Winnebago in July 2003 and the one-sided assurance that yes we were in fact pregnant, and no I wasn't crazy as Jason sat in stunned silence in July of 2008.
I was sitting on the bed Sunday afternoon, when Charlie climbed up and nestled in next to me...
Charlie: Mommy, I love you. Will you marry me?
Mommy: Oh, Sweetie, I love you too, but I can't marry you. I'm married to Daddy. Someday you'll find someone wonderful to marry -- just make me two promises.
Charlie: What?
Mommy: First, make sure she loves God. And second, make sure she is your very, very best friend in the whole world.
Charlie: You're my best friend. Will you marry me?
Mommy: Oh Buddy, I love you so much, and trust me someday you're going to find someone that you love much, much more than you love Mommy... (sniff...sniff)
