Yesterday while driving home I was struck with a memory or something that I hadn't thought of in a very long time.
Randy and I met my sophomore year of college. I was full out having fun with my girlfriends, not a care in the world other than deciding who was going to be our designated driver for the evening. When he called me to ask me to a party a friend of his was throwing, I wasn't really expecting it to be more than a fun evening, a couple of laughs and some smooching.
Then it all changed.
I still see it perfectly. We were sitting at the tall table over in the corner. He looked me right in the eyes, leaned in and kissed me so gently. The room around us disappeared, the DJ was gone, there was no one else in the world except for he and I. To be as cliched as possible, the world stopped and fireworks went off.
The first kiss is something we all look forward to. It is so highly anticipated that more often than not it falls flat, leaves us wondering what went wrong. Not ours though. Our first kiss left me wanting more.
Sitting in traffic on my way home, reliving this moment, I was once again sitting at that tall table. I was feeling the rapid fire emotions of happiness, amazement, terror and joy. I was reminded of one of the many reasons why we are together and why we love each other so very much.
I don't know what sparked that memory...but I'm so glad I have it.