In the middle of our conversation, my dad said, "Well, would you like to talk to your mom?"

He always does this ... hangs up right when we are getting into the flow of things. When I was a teenager, I hated him for it. Now, I think I understand why he does it: he's afraid of the part of the phone call when the conversation starts to slow; when we'll have to give our goodbyes. Better to just hang up now when things are good.

"My dad's a genius," I said to Rafael.

"I know," he said back.

Immediately, I thought he was being sarcastic. I set people up this way ... say things that they shouldn't / couldn't possibly agree with and, when they do, I don't believe that they agree.

But, he was genuine. I don't think I could be in a serious relationship with anyone who didn't like my parents. At least at this time in my life, they are totally fabulous.

P.S. I really miss singing church music, especially today, on Easter.