Happy Kissing Anniversary James!!!!

Thursday, November 20, 2008

It was fourteen years ago yesterday when James kissed me for the first time! I meant to blog about it yesterday, oops. Anyway, "HAPPY KISSING ANNIVERSARY (yesterday) SWEETHEART!" What a magical event that was and such an important part of our history together, much like our holding-hands anniversary on November 5th, which we forgot to celebrate. But we did celebrate our first-date anniversary on October 28th, also very important.

But back to the kissing anniversary. As I kept a detailed journal every day back then, I have the entire event recorded! (Here is where the screen goes fuzzy and waves in and out, signalling a flashback to the audience.)

There we were, in my grandparent's basement, November 19, 1994. I was sitting on their old green couch (I miss that couch, SO comfy) and James was sitting on the orange shag carpet by my feet. We were doing homework, as I recall. James turned around to ask me something, and, according to him, I gave him "THE LOOK." Also, according to him, he heard a voice boom down from the heavens saying, "IT IS TIME." Then muchas smoochas, he kissed me right on the lips. And angels burst into song and rose petals fell from the sky, and fireworks could be heard across the land. And there was much rejoicing.

Looking back, I feel sort of bad for James. I really didn't have a lot of experience so I wasn't that good at kissing. But thankfully, there were many more kisses to come, so I could practice my technique. :-)

And after James went home, I squealed and called my mom and my sister and told them the joyous news, and then I called something like three different friends to tell them (I definitely remember calling my cousins Maria and Mike), and I sashayed around the house and wrote the entire thing in my journal, and relived the entire event in my mind over and over while sighing multitudes of times, and drifted off to dreamland on clouds nine, ten and eleven.

And after James left me (I asked him later) he walked into his apartment, said, "Hey" to his roommates and went straight to bed. And that, my friends, is the difference between men and women.

(Wavy screen taking us now back to the present.)

And here we are, 14 years later, married and still enjoying the kissing thing. (The picture above was taken this summer. We looked better 14 years ago but oh well!) Happy Anniversary, Sweetie! Thanks for all of the smooches over the years, and I look forward to an eternity of further practice!