“Mom, did you have a crush on someone when you were eight like me?” he asked, his deep blue eyes searching my face as we drove down the road. This question came on the heels of our visit to the store where we gazed at the heart shaped boxes of chocolates and talked about when it’s appropriate to give someone a love card.
“I did,” I answered. “I liked a little boy named Brandon when I was in elementary school.”
“Well, is it okay to have a little crush?” he asked. If I could bottle the innocence that hung between us, I would fill up a thousand jars.
“Sure, it’s okay to have a little crush,” I answered. “But it’s better to just stay friends. You don’t need a girlfriend for a very, very long time.”
He nodded then grinned, the bliss of puppy love washing over his face. I know who he is thinking about. I saw her chasing him on the field while they played capture the flag.
“When did you start to have a boyfriend?” he asked slyly.
“Well, I dated a couple of boys in high school, but it was never too serious. There’s no reason to get serious when you’re young.”
“And then you had crushes in college, too?”
“Yep,” I answered. “I had a couple of crushes and one boyfriend in college before I met your Daddy.”
“And then HE was your crush, right?” Tia yelled from the backseat.
“He sure was,” I answered, smiling at her big, round eyes through the rear view mirror. “And you know what?” I asked in a hushed voice.
“WHAT?!” three little voices shouted back.
“He’s still my crush today.”
“You mean you’ve never had another crush?” Sloan asked.
“Nope,” I answered. “Your Daddy is my only crush and my only boyfriend forever and ever.”
“And your only husband,” Landon piped from his seat.
“Yep. That, too.”
Always and Forever.
Happy Valentine’s Day.