Monday, February 12, 2007

35 Year Old Kiss

Thirty-five years ago today my husband and I kissed for the first time, taking our good friendship to an entirely different level. About a year later, we married, taking our romance to an entirely different level. That kiss took place in the Philippines in a high school gym as we decorated for a school dance. Under a giant paper smiley face that I had painted yellow for the basketball goal, he helped me down from the ladder. Waiting for me as my foot stepped to the floor was his embrace and our first kiss. I love my friend and he kissed me again this morning.
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