Maybe I am being nostalgic. My 23rd wedding anniversary is on the horizon. But my husband and I have been together for little over 25 years now.
I want to make it to our 50th anniversary, and I want to have one of those happy marriages. Not a story book marriage, or a fairy tale. But one of those real, talk to each other, fight, make up, laugh, knowing looks, make it better marriages.
So I thought I would start at the beginning. And get nostalgic over a kiss. Maybe rekindle the fire a little bit and celebrate our togetherness.
What is better than the first kiss? The culmination of curious attraction is the question of the kiss.
The kiss asks, “are you for me? Are you compatible? Are you what you say you are? Are you who I think you are?”
In growing older together, he and I have been through quite a bit.
Recently, I got new glasses. I was surprised when I looked in the mirror at how much I’ve aged in the last year. I kept looking at my face and asking myself, “where the hell did that come from?”
Regardless of the age marching across my face, I’m looking forward to some passionate kisses, and growing older with my man. We will just have to take our glasses off, and enjoy our cloudy view and precious memories.