The other day I babysat for a couple who wanted to go out. Their kids jabbered to me about their friends, and cousins, and the last day of school. The first grader was paging through her journal, laughing at her own spelling a few months prior. Between you and me, I thought she did pretty well for six.

There were entries about Christmas, and birthdays. Then in late February there was one I could not read. 

"I went to the marijkomfris." Marijkomfris?

Then it hit me. Marriage Conference. She had indeed been part of the children's program, doing art projects, playing ball, seeing an animal show. It had apparently been fun enough to make the daily highlights. 

The thought that she already had good feelings about an event designed to support marriage made me want to dance. Twenty years before she walks down the aisle, she will already have an affinity for stepping into the marriage community. 

What more could I hope for?