I am not sure how the discussion started.

But at dinner a few days ago, I made a comment about my girls bringing a boy home to meet mom and dad.

It was something along the lines of:

“If she brought home a guy with an M.D. and trust-fund, that was a deacon at church, I’m still not sure he would be good enough for her.”

To which mom said:

“What if she brings home an unemployed economist, that just wants to be a writer?”

I laughed so hard.

And then there was a awkward silence.

Because that’s exactly who I was when mom brought me home.

Other than having a job, I guess that’s who I still am.

I love you.

–Dad