I am so incredibly close with my family. My parents especially so, a lot more than a lot of people I know. My parents know when I'm hiding something, when I lie, when I'm not telling them something, and they know things without me having to tell them. But, then, they are my parents. They're supposed to know us so well, right?

Well, about a week ago, I stayed over at Joe's, and at 10 am, my dad called, waking me up. I tried to be quiet so I didn't wake Joe up (which I ended up doing anyway), but I didn't want my dad to think I was sleeping because he knows I don't sleep in that late. Ever. He asked me what I was doing, and I lied and said I was at a friends house. (Though, it's not really lying since Joe is a friend.) My parents know about Joe, but they didn't really know how serious we were.

So, last night, I went shopping with my mom. We had a mother daughter day. It was so incredibly nice. But, she was telling me that from my twenty minute conversation with my dad that day, he figured out that I was sleeping with Joe. I have no idea how he figured it out. I didn't act any differently than normal or an differently than I would have if I had been at a friend's house.

My dad has a sixth sense. He always knows when something's different. The first time I slept with Joe, my dad called me the next day and was like, "I couldn't sleep last night. Why couldn't I sleep?" Coincidence? I think not.

My mom was oddly okay with the whole thing. I mean, she had been with many guys before my age. So had my dad, so they couldn't really judge me. But, I talked to my mom about it just like I would with any of my friends. I thought it'd be this big, awkward conversation. But, it wasn't.

I just really love my parents and how understanding they are. :)