With Large Fry's new loft bed, I have to climb up a couple rungs on the ladder to give her a hug and tuck her in at night. This has become a very sweet ritual, because I get to stand there and talk to her for a few minutes at the end of the day. Sometimes she tells me a little about her day, and sometimes she asks me questions, and sometimes she just wants reassurance.
Tonight's conversation was a little different.
Large Fry: Mommy?
Me: Yes?
Large: When I get married, you'll be a Gramma?
Me [smiling]: Yes....
Large [stroking my cheek with her fingers]: And Daddy will be a Boppa?
Me [smiling still]: Yes, if you have kids after you get married.
Large: But I'll miss you.
Me: Well, I still miss Gramma and Boppa, but I still get to see them sometimes.
Large looks at me thoughtfully, and continues stroking my face.
Me: Do you think I'll be a good Gramma?
Her eyes light up like little glowing chocolates. That alone would have been answer enough, but she smiles and nods, too.
Me: Do you think Daddy will be a good Boppa?
Large is still all eyes alight as she nods again.
Then she looks worried.
Large: But I'll miss you. I don't want to go away.
Me [soothingly]: And you don't have to. Not for a very long time.
I gave her another hug and kiss.
Me: Goodnight, sweetie. I love you.
Large [sleepily]: I love you too.
Very touching. That's a memory you'll always keep.
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