Where, Where Did I Go Wrong??

When Dad was diagnosed with esophageal cancer back in July, Kayci knew something was very wrong but I just told her that he was very sick and would be going to the doctor a lot.  My plan was to talk to her about it when we went home and I had time to explain it to her--I knew that the c-word would scare her, as our friend Sherri had just lost her sister to cancer.  Well...my evil plan didn't work, as my little reader one night showed interest in a book Grandma was reading and Grandma told her the title, which was something like "The CAN in Cancer."  Anyway...when Mom said "cancer," I kind of held my breath, wondering how she'd take the news.  In true Kayci fashion, she completely blew me away.  But not necessarily, I'm thinking, in a good way.  

"Hmm.  You're going to need a lot of money, then, Grandma."

"What for?"

"For your wedding.  You'll have to get a new Grandpa now."

Alrighty...so I've been working on being a Proverbs 31 woman for a long time now, but I don't think there's anything in there about HAVING to have a husband, right?  Of course Mom and I had to laugh and I just told her that no, there wouldn't be a wedding.  

Fast forward to yesterday.  Kayci, Emma and Reagan went over to KinderCare for a change of scene.  I found out last night that Kayci was making paperclip hearts while they were there (Keely taught us how to do it back around Valentine's Day, and they're so cool!).  Anyway, when one of the girls asked her why she was making them, she said, "for the wedding."

Crap.  All this time I thought I was raising a strong, independent girl and modeling a great partnership of a marriage.  Perhaps I should work a bit harder on raising my child and quit leaving it to Disney movies... :)  

Quick update:  Grandpa is hanging in there.  He's been unconscious now since Thursday, but is very restful and shows no signs of pain or restlessness.  As hard as it is, he's not hurting anymore, and that's such a blessing.