I’m grateful that my husband and I have kept the romance alive through our 13 years of marriage. Sometimes that romance is expressed through cards on special occasions or letters. Before we had children, I don’t think we thought about the possibility of our future offspring finding our declarations of love to each other. We have toned it down over time and hidden them, but that didn’t prevent the awkward moment that happened tonight.
Our son had questions about one particular word used in a card he found and his brother said, “That means ‘smooching’.” He was under the impression that the word in question was a bad word, but it’s not. So our six-year-old said, “Oh, then you shouldn’t mind me saying it.” He repeated it over and over. Hmmm. How to teach him that it’s not “bad”, but at same time let him know that it’s not appropriate to say it everywhere he goes? I would write it here, but I’m afraid it would attract all sorts of undesirable spammers.
I flashed back to a regional conference when President Monson spoke to us – before he was president of the church. I was used to the way he spoke in General Conference, but he was a little more candid during this meeting. I was already laughing hard about the time he went grocery shopping after many of years of his wife being the one to do so. His potatoes kept falling out the holes where children’s legs go when riding in the cart. Someone finally had to show him how to solve the problem.
I laughed even harder when he talked about his grandchildren, one of them asking if they could read the letters between him and Grandma. He said, “Not all of them!” I was momentarily surprised, but then I thought, “Good for you guys!”
Now I need to think of a clever code word for such things. And we should probably burn our newlywed letters that we wrote while my husband was in boot camp.
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