This weekend, I was playing with Emma in her room, having some one-on-one girl time. She wanted to pretend we went to the hotel where we stayed over thanksgiving, and we would pretend to sleep under her bed till the next day when she would get married. Emma has a loft bed, there is a space under it about three feet high to play. We cuddled under the bed with the lights off to pretend to sleep. As we lay there in the dark, looking at the stars on her ceiling, I realized that this was one of those moments that we could just talk, true girl talk about what is in our hearts. Emma was excited about her upcoming pretend wedding, which reminded me of stories I had heard about little girls who plan their actual wedding from a very young age. I decided to see what was on her heart. I asked about her dress, which I was informed was going to be pink with sparklies all over, and her groom, who I was told was Jackson. I asked who Jackson was, and she told me he was her friend. I racked my brain, trying to place Jackson, and coming up short. "Really? Where do you know Jackson from?" "He is imaginary. He's right here." Huh. so maybe she is planning her groom, not her wedding. I pushed a little further, really wanting to see what was on her heart. "What is he like?" Emma got excited as she started to fill me in on the man of her dreams. I held her as I listened, marveling at the moment in the dark under her bed where we were just two friends sharing our dreams. "Mommy, he is nice, and he loves Jesus, and he is going to go to heaven like us and he will sit in our row." (Our row? What does she think heaven is like? I decided to let that one go for a later time and just keep her talking.) "That's great, honey. What does Jackson look like?" I remembered that in my childhood, I wanted to marry someone with brown hair and green eyes. I had forgotten about that in my dating years, but remembered after I had married Marty and realized that he had brown hair and green eyes. I wondered if she had any similar thoughts. Would this be a premonition of my future son-in-law? Her answer surprised me. "He has dark brown fur and he eats bugs."
So much for the magical moment under the bed in the dark. I was laughing so hard, she told me he was a nice monster, that he was a inch tall, and it was time to get up, since it was pretend morning time. The spell was broken and the moment had passed. I am not sure I can handle too many more heart-to-hearts with this girl.