My first kiss is to this day, one of my sweetest memories. It happened 35 years ago but I still remember all the details. I was in 8th grade and had a crush on Richard, a boy in my sister’s class, two years older than me. He came by to visit (my sister, or so I thought) and we eventually went for a walk. It was a warm April day and on the way, it began to rain a little. Out of nowhere, he reached over and held my hand. This was my first time holding hands with a boy and my heart was beating wildly.
When we arrived back at our house, he leaned down and kissed me. It was the perfect kiss, gentlemanly (nothing gross like teenage boys can be prone to do) but warm and sweet. For that moment or two, everything in my tumultuous, 8th grade world, was completely right.
I would like to tell you about my husband’s first kiss, as his comment is so incredibly memorable.
We were both talking about our first kisses, and I told my boys about how I was “sniped” by my date, and got kissed rather unexpectedly and roughly, and how much I hated it.
My husband piped up with, “My first kiss wasn’t that great, either!”
It took me a second to remember that my husband’s first kiss was ME!!! We still laugh about it to this day, and my boys love to bring up how their father’s first kiss wasn’t all that great…