Sunday, January 9, 2011

First comes love, then comes marriage...

This morning Anaya came to me with her doll stroller packed full of dolls. "Mommy, look! I have four children!"

"Wonderful!" I responded. "But where is your husband?"

"Well, I don't have one," she admitted. "But I had one! And he was a good man. I married a pastor. But then," she paused to think, "one of his friends persuaded him to drink alcohol. And then he became bad, and didn't care about God. So I had to break up with him. But," she assured me, "I did marry a good man!" (Apparently all of the conversations around our house about how important it is to be careful who you marry have sunk in!)

"My husband just left me yesterday," she went on brightly. "But we had all these children before he started to drink alcohol. This one is ten months old," she explained, pointing to the doll in the front of the stroller, "and this one is one month old. This one is two months, and this one," she pointed to the one on her back, "is three months old."