Today, I thought I would share a story from 2001 when Elder would have been just five years old . . .
The other night, Elder asked, “Mom, do I have to get married when I grow up?”
“No, Elder, but being married is nice.” And because he has had objections to sleeping alone lately, I added, “You won’t have to sleep alone then.”
“But I don’t want to get married!”
“Mom, when I grow up, will you tell everyone that I don’t have to get married?”
. . . So, here I am, with a grown up, almost twenty-two-year-old man, and I am dutifully informing everyone —
Elder doesn’t have to get married.
Just so you know.