Beth added a couple more Star Wars action figures to her collection the other day. Since then she's been carrying around the folded ad booklet that came with the set as if it were a precious and rare new book of scripture. Like Robert Langdon with the dainty and delicate "Diagramma Della Verita" in the breast pocket of his Harris Tweed.
She pulls it out of her pocket, unfolds it and studies it for more details she may have missed the last four-thousand-ninety-six times she read it. Then she carefully and meticulously folds it back up and jams it back into her pocket. Once in a while she will show us something new from the booklet we obviously haven't seen before.
"Look dad... guns!" Because, as you know, guns are the BEST, dad. Next to light sabers, of course.
It touches my heart in a confusingly profound way that she is so attached to this little piece of folded paper. I remember carrying around an Ibanez guitar catalog for nearly a year when I was about 11. I do not and have not ever played the guitar. But I carried it around for nearly a year pouring over it incessantly. Wishing and hoping someday I could afford an electric guitar and become a rock star. I can only guess that Beth is hoping to become a Jedi Knight so she can fight her way out of Primary and save the galaxy from the Clone Army.
This morning, as we gathered our things so I could take her to her Nana's house while Donna was at work, I asked her if she needed to bring any of her toys. You see, normally she grabs an armload of action figures and at least two light sabers, you know, "in case Papa wants to fight me." But not this morning. Today, she stuffed her hand deep into the front pocket of her jeans, pulled it out, opened her hand and showed me the crumpled catalog. "I'm just going to read this."
Maybe I'm pregnant or ready to have my period or something but I nearly cried. It was so damn cute.
Her Star Wars fetish may have gotten Beth into an arranged marriage though. When I read that little Henry Bradley loves Star Wars and the ladies I emailed Alice about her.
"Perhaps there's a match to be made. I'm just sayin'"
"Wow. It may be too early to say, but yes, they will almost certainly be married. As father of the bride, it's up to you to pay for the wedding. Ha!"
"I have 4 daughters and she is the youngest. So she will most certainly be married in a Mormon church gym in a hand-me-down, homemade dress where we will serve nut cups and 7-Up and the bride and groom will stand in a receiving line under the basketball hoop decorated with crepe paper. She will definitely have Princess Leia buns in her hair though, so that'll be special."
"'Nut cups' really sold this. It's a date!"
So good... one down, three to go. Does Henry have any cute friends, Alice?
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