When Danny and I were first married, we kissed at probably every stoplight…we called it red light romance.

Now we can’t even kiss once in a blue moon at a stoplight without comments from the peanut gallery…the crew filling the back seats,

and most recently from our three year old, of all people.

We were headed to church and Danny and I kissed each other at a stoplight and we hear,

“eeeeeewww, you’s kissin’ each uttewr!“ (“you are kissing each other!”)

and instead of turning around to see our eight year old who gets grossed out by kissing in Disney movies, we find our three year old, balking at our romance.

 

One day, son, you will be extremely glad that your parents, after nearly ten years of marriage and 5.5 kids, still love each other… and still kiss at stoplights.