One night after a date with her new boyfriend, my 16-year-old daughter, Emily rushed into the kitchen to share her news. “Mom, he kissed me!” she announced proudly.
Husband and daughter have always been close, and he had been having a hard time facing the fact that she was growing up. I knew he might not wish to hear of her first kiss. Emily, however, had already told him. I was relieved and touched when she repeated their conversation.
”Dad,” she had whispered, “he kissed me.”
”Honey,” he whispered that, “I don’t blame him.”
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