"Daddy, how'd you meet mommy?" Little Kurt said as I was tucking him into bed.
"Well, hun. We were young. Not as young as you but I was a 15 year old bum and she was 16, and quite the looker."
"Did you and mommy kisss?!" He squeaked loudly as he began to make kissy faces.
"Haha, yes we kissed quite a bit in our young days"
Kurt jumped quickly from his bed and started jumping up and down yelling "DADDY KISSED MOMMY!"
"Hey now bud, don't get all hyped up right before bed. Listen, if you get all cozy up in there I'll crawl in with you and tell you all about it. Would you like that?"
Kurt smiled a smile that I have waited my whole life to see, a smile from a child that I can proudly say is my own.
Kurt flopped down face first as I crawled into bed with him, wrapping him tight as I began to tell the story of a lifetime, a story of love.
"Shall we begin?" I said as I poked my son's nose.
"Yes daddy." He giggled. I always loved his giggle.
"Our story began on a cold night much like this very one...."
