I'm Thankful I Can Tell This One

Tonight Andrew asks me, "When is the first time you kissed Daddy?"  I won't lie, I was surprised.  First, somehow it never occurred to me my children would be interested in my "love story" and second, why is he wondering about kissing?! 

So I told him this story- which, for the record, is true.  I met Daddy for the first time, when I went to our school to take a tour.  It was my first year teaching and I wanted to see where I was going to teach.  When I saw Daddy, I thought "Jeez, he looks like a grump!"  Then we had to go to all these boring beginning of the year meetings, and a friend of his, kept putting us in the same groups.  Daddy thought I was pretty cool and asked me out.  I said, "No."  So he asked me again, I said, "No" again.  Then he asked me out one last time and I said, "Ok" and I realized how awesome he was! Daddy had such good manners!  He held the doors open for me. "He did?!  Did he bow and say, "This way m'lady?" Uhhh, no.  We talked about our families and I liked that he got along with his family and that it was important to him.  That showed me he was a good man. 

Then there was a small mishap with Alexa playing in the sink, and a water disaster, and the conversation was over, but I thought to myself, "I am so glad that I didn't have to lie, or tell him "yeah we met at this club and we were soooo drunk . . . " I'm thankful that Doug was polite (for the first 2 dates anyway . . . ;-) and that I can tell that story and it be a lesson of how our son should treat girls, and how our daughter should be treated by boys.  When he's not aggravating me, Doug is a pretty good guy.  I guess I'll keep him for awhile longer. 

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