Today is the 14th anniversary of the day that C asked me to be his girlfriend. We were reminiscing about this over dinner and telling the kids the story. So I'm sweetly saying that daddy told me how much he cared about me and that he wanted to be my boyfriend. Sweet smiles, feel the love, precious family moment. And then C pipes up and says, "Then mommy had to call about twelve guys (a gross exaggeration) and break up with them." I sweetly asked if this was the picture he wanted to paint about his children's mother, and my sweet, precious son chimes in with, "It's okay Mom! We already know. Daddy tells us all the time!"