It’s the anniversary of our first date, so I’ve been reminiscing with the kids about why I fell in love with their father.

Not a great photo, but one of us tonight

“I fell in love with your dad the day he stood up for my right to choose who I wanted to be with and what I wanted to do, even if it meant I wasn’t choosing him or what he wanted. And we’ve stayed together, despite our many, many differences because he continues to let me choose, even when it sometimes means not choosing him and his pathway sometimes.”

Because I cannot resist a good pun