Speaking Straight

A couple of weeks ago, our daughter Sage was showing off her new vocabulary words, as we all hung around in our bedroom.

"Mommy," she explained to me, "Daddy is your husband."

"Yes, he is," I confirmed. "What a smart little girl you are!"

"And Daddy," she continued, "Mommy is your life."

"Sage!" I protested, laughing. "I'm Daddy's wife, not his life!"

From his place in front of his computer, Dean glanced over at us and shrugged, smiling. "Close enough," he remarked.


Have I told y'all that I love that man?