It’s a miracle I ever got married. Yeah, that sounds weird coming from a guy with five kids, but I was a terrible dater. (Just ask my wife and any of my old former girlfriends.)
I took my daughter Jenna on our first date today for her 7th birthday. She had her little sister Kate tag along as well. We did the whole deal – they dressed up, I put a jacket on, I pulled the car out of the garage and then went to the front door bearing flowers for both (thanks to my wife who picked them up for me) and we went to have a late lunch at Olive Garden.
We were seated at the table and I look up and Jenna has tears in her eyes. I ask her what’s wrong, and she says, “I miss mommy.” She is headed towards full-on sobbing, so I get Julie on the phone and ask if she can join us.
So, I was a loser as a date in high school and college and I can’t break free of that with my own daughter. As we finished up dinner, I got the final stake in the heart. Jenna says, “Mommy, I’m going to go home with you.”