A Most Romantic Evening:
Mommy and Daddy on the eve of Mommy’s birthday: In the hot tub, with the bubbles, under the stars, looking at old Christmas lights dancing around.
A Lesser Romantic Evening:
Same Mommy and Daddy. Same stars. Same hot tub. Same Christmas lights. Now add one child (“Hahaha, I’m making my own bubbles”), then the second child (“Look at the rat on the power line!”)
This is not going according to plan.
But, I’d still marry her. Even after meeting her family.