We’re not monsters – we aren’t picking our kid’s spouses for them. We actually have several potential options for each child.

(But we want them to stay within those possibilities we’ve picked out for them. Which is completely reasonable.)

In fact, so reasonable that Ali has agreed with us on the Number One pick we’ve offered Noah: Tessa. Because it would secure her some sort of sister-in-law-half-removed status with her best friend (and Tessa’s older sister) AJ.


A little history: Ali and AJ have been best friends since birth – or at least since Ali’s birth, as AJ is three and a half months older. Ashley, AJ’s mother, and I began having weekly lunches with our infants toted along in their pumpkin seats. I remember our very first date – it was at Guthrie’s, and I poured out all my fears and horrified feelings of new motherhood over our chicken fingers and fries. Ashley assured me that she had felt all the same things and more, and I relaxed in relief that I wasn’t unfit for motherhood.


As the girls began to age, AJ hit every stage just before Ali, and Ashley was able to warn me what was coming. Or encourage me with what was coming, whichever it was for that particular stage.

Our mantra was “It’s only a phase. Good or bad. Everything is just a phase.”

She and I both struggled through those first few months (okay maybe a year) of parenthood, and both had fears about starting all over with another screaming, non-responsive infant. But we settled into our life with our only toddlers who looked oddly alike, and continued our weekly meetings.

By the time the girls were a year old, they were magnetized to each other in a bond that we ourselves didn’t realize the rarity – usually one-year-olds don’t have best friends. But these two didn’t know any better.


Their friendship only grew as Ali (finally) learned to walk, and they began to be able to converse with each other.

Ali AJ Twins



Then, AJ got a little sister: Tessa.


Ali was there to support her friend in the waiting room,


Despite the early hour,


And even shared AJ’s first glimpse of her new baby sister.


Once again, Ashley was in the position of bringing relief to my fears about having a second child. It’s so much easier, the transition isn’t nearly as traumatic, everything is less stressful and anxiety-inducing – her assurances actually were the catalyst that Chris and I needed to begin talks about having a second child.

It took us a year to get pregnant with Noah, and meanwhile, Ali and AJ just got tighter in their adorable friendship,




And Tessa just got cuter.


But all of Ashley’s insights again proved true for me – the second baby was so much easier.


(But not so much for her, since Noah thoroughly peed on her upon their first meeting at the hospital.)


Our playdates became even more fun as Noah grew old enough to play with Tessa. They didn’t notice their age difference at first, and it seemed to help that there wasn’t much of a size difference.


It didn’t take us long to all agree that the two of them should definitely be on each other’s short list for future spouses.

But as Tessa grew more aware that she was 18 months older than Noah, she began to feel the pull to play with the two older girls. Our playdates began to have angst and sorrow, as Tessa would join successfully, but Noah wasn’t quite old enough to not be a complete bother to the mature play of eight-year-olds.

I couldn’t blame Tessa – there is a big difference between a six year old girl and a four and a half year old boy. I wanted to assure her that their age difference wouldn’t matter at all when she was 22 and he was 20 and a half – or better yet when she was 27 and he was 25 and a half. Just don’t write him off, girl – the future has so much potential.

Then this week happened. We had our last playdate before school started. A fun day by the Cahaba River, followed by lunch.


The older girls, scheming for more time together as they always do, proposed a Kid Swap, and begged us to make it happen. Their plan was that for the rest of the day, Ali would go with AJ, and Tessa would come home with Noah.

We discussed the plan – but ultimately, we had to check with Tessa.

After all – we knew Ali and AJ wanted to be together, and I knew Noah would adore the opportunity to have Tessa to himself. But what about Tessa? Was she good spending the afternoon playing with a younger man?

She readily agreed that Kid Swap sounded like the best of ideas, and that sealed the deal. If Tessa was on board, we were on board.

I drove away with Noah beaming and Tessa adorable.

Noah Tessa 2015

From the beginning of their conversations, I knew the afternoon was going to be a delight. And furthermore, that this was the key to stealthily arranging their marriage: quality time with no older siblings around to complicate relationships.

Noah: “My Gramamma stitches – she fixes all our toys.”
Tessa: “My Mom can actually stitch pretty good. She just can’t stitch people.”
Noah: “I bet she can’t stitch a kite, either.”
Tessa: “No, she can’t stitch a kite. One time we bought two kites that were just alike and NEITHER of them would work!”
Noah: “Wow, that’s too bad.”

Noah, watching Tessa file her nails for the tenth time that day: “I’m not allowed to have fingernail problems in Daddy’s new car.”
Tessa: “Try my file. It’s what princesses use. Their maids come in when they’re in the bath and carve down their fingernails with a file.”
Noah: “Sure. Let me try that.”

Yes, this Happily Ever After was right on track.


We arrived back home and they quickly settled into a game of make-believe. An extraordinarily detailed game of make-believe. One so intricate that I couldn’t follow it, even when I was listening to every word.

Yet both of them seemed to understand exactly what was going on in their soap opera of bad guys, volcanoes, injuries, speeding tickets, wrecks, parking garages, and naps.

At one point, I heard Noah assure Tessa in an even voice, “Okay girl, don’t worry. The ambulance is on the way.”

She replied back, “Thanks, Dad!”

At another point, he successfully cast her broken leg with a dollhouse blanket and a hair tie.


The game lasted three hours.

Three glorious hours of bonding, as future spouses should do. And I’m convinced the game would have kept going until they were old enough to say “I Do” if I hadn’t had to, with much regret, interrupt it to take Tessa home.

6 thoughts on “Arranged Marriage By Stealth.

  1. My husband is 16 months younger than me. We met when I was 17 and married when I was 21. The only issue we may have had is of I had wanted to go to bars.

    Not long ago I was pondering this topic and it made me wonder about the statistics of the success of marraiges of childhood friends vs. adult only friends. Did they meet as babies or toddlers? Under 10? In highschool? What effect do those things have? And for actual arranged marraiges, is it better or worse to know something about your partner before marraige?

    I don’t know!

  2. That would be so funny if they do actually end up getting married! They do make a cute couple! :) K is already engaged (has a ring and everything!) and S wants to marry his brother. And one of my friend’s little boys wants to marry A. They are missionaries and every time he sees her picture anywhere he says, “That’s the girl I’m going to marry!” And I’d be good with that. :)

  3. So adorable! Loved getting to look back and Ali and AJ’s friendship. They are so cute together. And just imagine if Tessa and Noah did get married, their kids would have the most amazing eyes and they wouldn’t have to explain it to anyone!

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