Ellie has been planning her wedding all summer. Technically, she’s been planning her wedding for about three years now, but this summer has been special because she had a specific groom in mind.
DeAndre may or may not know what his future holds, but sweet Ellie hasn’t a doubt. She has chosen their kids’ names (Max and Joole, which is pronounced like Julie) and the color of their house (pink with a green door, because his favorite color is green). She knows they’ll eat lobster and lots and lots of shrimp at their wedding, which, of course, will be held in a castle. She will have a giant diamond and the biggest, most princessy dress you’ve ever seen.
Now that fall has arrived, things have changed. She’s in a new school with new students. We had this conversation yesterday.
Ellie: “Mom, you’ll never guess. There’s a boy in my class named Ryan. He sits next to me and burps through his nose all the time. Oh, and I love him.”
Me: “Wait — what?”
Ellie: “I’m going to marry him.”
Me: “Because he burps through his nose?!”
Zach: “What about DeAndre? I thought you were going to marry him.”
Ellie: “Huh. (big smile) I guess I have choices!”