Symphony so desires to be my flower girl. She doesn't quite understand why mama and papa can't get married again so that she can be our flower girl (hmmm, this makes me want to have a small vow renewal this coming anniversary, since it will be 10 years...). Today we laughed pretty good with the following dialog:
Symph: Papa can you marry mama again so that I can be your flower girl?
Papa: baby we're already married
Bella: Papa, I want to be your tree.
Too cute! I love my babies, they bring us such joy!