|Camp Paradise Valley|
The next day, we shared our first kiss. (We’ve argued in the years since about where this kiss took place. He says it was on the basketball court. I say behind the canteen!) It was quick. Barely more than a peck as we were saying goodbye for the afternoon. Yet as I was walking away from him, I found it difficult to catch my breath. My heart pounded. I could think of little else. Though I was a pretty innocent young girl, I had kissed boys before, but this didn’t feel the same. It felt real.
That night, we were having a fireworks show in celebration of Independence Day, and we stood together on the porch of our upstairs dining room, watching the display. I couldn’t tell you a single detail of the fireworks show – not a thing remains in my memory. But I can remember what it felt like when his arm touched my waist. I can remember the feel of his breath on my neck as he stood behind me, looking down. And I remember every second of that kiss.
|Smooching for 16 years|
|Check out those clothes! Bad fashion|
or not - still kissable!
|Summer Lovin' - my favorite picture of us|
|I will kiss him forever|