“Mommy, are you married?” Rowan asked.
Okay, where did that question come from? “Yes, I was married, but now- -“ I began.
“You are married, Mommy, look,” the baby said, pointing to a picture on the mantle of Oma and I on my wedding day.
What could I say then?
“Mommy, I didn’t think that was you in the picture,” Rowan added.
And scene. Then it was back to the television show they were watching.
One picture, that I don’t even see anymore, it’s been on the mantle so long, seen from two different perspectives. The baby knows I’m married, duh, cause I have a wedding dress on. And Rowan created a backstory of that’s not mommy in the picture because there’s no husband/daddy around.
My growing Irish twins….
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