We were away for our annual Thanksgiving weekend with friends. I know you may think this a touch odd, being Australian and all, but it is a tradition with our group of friends. One that our American friend started.
This weekend we were down at Berry, in a beautiful house, having a delightful time in the perfect weather, gorging on a mountain of rich and tasty food. There were 14 children, fewer adults and the echo of laughter, happiness and good times everywhere. As far as weekends of this magnitude go, pretty bloody perfect.
So, I was talking to the cousin of our hosts, a young woman of 18 who looked a little startled most if the weekend. She managed the chaos pretty well for a first timer.
She said to me that she had witnessed a little romance in the air. Let me backtrack a bit to say that the 14 children are all aged under nine and the adults have all been married a decade, give or take. Suitably intrigued and imagining scandal of gigantic proportions, I said "oh yes."
Fortunately she continued. " I was brushing (let's call her Pretty Girl)'s hair this morning and she said to me: Cousin, do you know Dew Drop?. I responded by saying 'I think so'. I could only vaguely remember which of your sons is which to be honest. So, Pretty Girl went on. "He's so handsome. He looks like a prince. I am a little princess. We go together. I think we should get married"
And that is how true romance is born. Nothing too scandalous, much to my bitter disappointment. Just a little girl arranging her own marriage at the age of five!
I repeated the story to her Mum later that night. We giggled and giggled.
Are your children busily arranging their own marriages too?