Sunday, June 1, 2008
Seventeen Years Ago
I'll never forget our first kiss. We stood outside of a local restaurant after feasting on some "happy hour" appetizers and couldn't stop talking. He had a prior engagement that he needed to go to and I was on my way to volunteer at the youth group at our church so our time together was coming to a close.
As our conversation trailed off into "I'll call you when I get home" and "Have a great night" he leaned down and kissed me. I was in heaven, and didn't want the evening to end. He was a great kisser!
Seventeen years, and four kids later I still love the way my husband kisses. He is my man, my rock, and my best friend. He is a fantastic husband, father, and spiritual leader of our family. I am blessed to call him mine.
Happy Anniversary to us!