Yesterday William said, "Mommy, when will I find my match?" I didn't know he had lost a match. Or even had matches in his possession. So I asked him, in my eloquent way, "huh?"
"Like you and Daddy. When will I find my match?"
"Ohhhh, your match. Well, when you're older, God will show you your match."
Seriously, doesn't he have just the most precious heart?? I didn't have the heart to tell him that I'm planning an arranged marriage.