It was an evening like no other – a Saturday- and Lily and I were back in New York putting our darling children to bed. Oh how they'd changed! Marvin was now a bouncing, boisterous five year old with thick brown clothes, eyes just like his Mother and a fascination with building – I blame his Uncle Ted! Daisy was two with a mop of light blonde hair and she had eyes like mine – how peculiar! We also now had another daughter who was coming up six months and she was so precious, she made both of our hearts melt! I'm getting off topic, where was I? Ah yes, Lily and I were stood either side of Marvin's bed, Lily was nursing our daughter and Daisy was already tucked up in bed, when we began to sing the all too familiar, 'Goodnight Little Marvin.'
Lily," I sighed putting my hand on her shoulder, "don't you think Marvin is too old for this? I was wondering if I could tell him a story instead." I looked at her cautiously, we had sung the song to him every night ever since he was born (I know it meant a lot to my wife) but that night was different. I had a story I wanted to tell, a very special story indeed! The story of how I met his Mother!
