Kids, you remember your mother's yellow umbrella, don't you; the one I accidentally stole from her and accidentally returned? Well, the stories involving that umbrella definitely don't stop there. In fact, that umbrella was present in most our major relationship moments. I like to call it "The Yellow Umbrella Chronicles"-
"Dad, that's so dorky."
-Oh, come on. It's clever! Where was I?
"The dorky title you gave-"
-major relationship moments involving your mother's yellow umbrella, and it's not dorky. Your mother helped me come up with that one.
"How does that make it any less dorky, Dad?"
It just… does. I don't know. Will you stop interrupting? Now, where to start… Well, I guess it would make sense to start with that night in Farhampton, wouldn't it?
"FINALLY!"
What? I've only been telling the story for two and a half hours!
"It feels like it's been eight years, Dad."
Oh, don't be so dramatic. Let's see… the wedding had ended about two and a half hours ago, and I'd stayed long enough to make my speech and watch the first dance before I left to catch my train back to the city…