"Hey mom can you tell me the story about how you met dad?" My son Jake asked. He looked exactly like his father, dark almost jet black hair and ice blue eyes. My baby is so grown up at eighteen years old now. He was also the only single child. After him it was two sets of twins, Jamie and Cal, and Benny and Davey. I still call them all by their nicknames from when they were all toddlers. Jake's full name is Jacob Alexander Dickerson. Jamie and Cal are James Matthew and Caleb Anthony Dickerson. Benny and Davey are Benjamin Neville Dickerson and David Oliver Dickerson.
"Oh I suppose. We can't do it here though." I smiled. Their father and how I met him. God what a story.
"Why can't you tell me here?" Jake asked.
"Oh I think it's time for you to meet a very special member of our family. You've only met him once before, but you wouldn't remember it. Now come on, let's go." So off we went.
"Why are we here? This place looks like no one's lived in it for years."
"This used to be my house, during high school and college, when I lived with G-Mom and G-Dad. I suppose you want to hear the story now don't you; however we aren't where we need to be yet." I lead him to the closet in my parents' old bedroom. "This. Is where I met your father and Doc."
