It was a hectic morning.  It was the last week of school.  Sleep deprivation was taking over my children and turning them into aliens from another planet.   My girls were melting down.  Lots of screaming.  Words like “shut up”  and “stupid” flying around.  My main goal was to STAY CALM.  I knew if I could just get them to the bus on time……………it would not be my problem any more.

Zeke was hanging in there behind his Flash Gordon mask and costume.  He needed super powers to get through this morning.  We were JUST going to make it on time.  I could see light at the end of the tunnel.  We were loading the van and about to pull out.

Zeke decided, at that moment,  that he had to change from Flash to his Policeman identity.  I guess Flash was not whipping those girls into shape.  He needed to call in the cops.

I took a deep breath and said, “ok, lets go buddy”.  We run upstairs to do a complete wardrobe change.  I am praying the bus does not leave on time.

I am helping him put on his coat and tie.  (Yes this is our policeman outfit.  Don’t ask me why)  I am trying not to panic.

Zeke: “Mom, I wish I was a grown up.”

me:  “Why baby?”

Zeke:  “Because then I could marry you”

Whoa!  Time stood still and so did my heart.   No matter how wonderful my husband’s proposal was 20 years ago, it could not hold a candle to this.  A completely yummy 3 year old, tow head, in a suit and a tie, with super hero underwear pledging his love to me.  I melted.  I know there will be other girls for him.  (They will be so damn lucky.)  But I will always be his first proposal.  An Angel’s kiss in the middle of a war zone………………..

That makes me officially the luckiest girl in the world.