Happy Valentine's Dayness

Lucy and Max ( but mostly Lucy) have been stalling at bedtime with desperate interest in our childhoods.
"Okay, kiss me goodnight and go to bed."

"Will you tell me just threeeee things about when you were a kid like me."

"Fine, uh, I liked to roller skate, I was really tall, and I went to bed when I was told to or I was beaten until I was unconscious. Now go to bed before my childhood gives me ideas."

"Just twooooo more things, Mommy..."

"BED!"

I like telling them about when we grew up. Just not at bedtime. We're working on it.

So, when I sent the kids to bed on inauguration night, ten minutes later, President and First Lady were having their first dance to Beyonce singing "At Last". I called the kids back down, told them to hurry and we watched it together.

They were facinated. No one can sing like Etta James, but Beyonce certainly did it justice. I told the kids that song was Mommy and Daddy's first dance when we got married.
"Mommy why did you marry Daddy?" The dance was over, and I assumed she was stalling, but I figure this was a great opportunity to start training Lucy on what to look for. I'll trump her stalling card with my Deep-Thoughts-By-Mommy card. I thought quick. There's so many reasons. She listened intently to the whole reason:

"Because he's generous, thoughtful. He leads by his actions, not his words. Because he makes me laugh hysterically several times a day - everyday. Because he makes me feel safe just by being with him, even when it's scary. And because he makes chocolate frosting from scratch for dessert and serves it to me in a bowl like pudding. That's why I married Daddy."

"I hope I marry someone like Daddy!"

"Me too sweetie. Me too." Hallmark moment hug, and then, "NOW GET TO BED!"

Happy Valentine's Day, y'all.
That's how I roll!