October 27, 2005, the weather had quite an autumnal and breezy feel and I would soon seal my fate…with a kiss.
My wife and I, who have been together for almost ten years now, are soul mates. We are best friends. We are the stars to each other’s moon. We are the inhale to the other’s exhale. We are one.
My wife and I met at the local YMCA, working in the childcare center. She trained me in the Pre-K classroom, and showed me the ropes of what to do. I knew, from the first time that I saw her, that there was something special about her. Boy, was I right. After many failed relationships and dates on my part, I tried to ask Heather out on a date. Long story short, I would chase her for a year or so, before our first date ever happened.
I wrote love notes, sonnets and poems to her. Anything under the sun that was cheesy, sweet and romantic in a yester-year kind of feel, I did it. I am a man of compassion, of love and of chivalry. I am a man that is very in touch with his feminine side, and is not afraid to show it. I would shout “I love you” to Heather across a store, in front of total strangers. My love for her is not something that I could not hide, nor would hide. She is most beautiful person inside and out. She makes me a better person.
On October 27, 2005, the weather had quite an autumnal and breezy feel. We had decided to carve pumpkins with Heather’s little sister Hailey, and partake in Halloween activities. We carved out pumpkins with the greatest of care, placed candles inside of them, and went outside to light them for the world to see. My pumpkin was a shoddy mess, an A for effort, but an F for failure in the artistic skills department. Heather’s pumpkin was a different story. It was short, simple, and to the point. It said, “Kiss Me.” Mind you, at this point during our year of courting, we had not held hands, hugged, or even kissed. I turned with a shocked look on my face to Heather, and we kissed. All of a sudden, that autumnal evening turned to the feeling of a warm summers eve. My heart was a flutter, my pulse a-racing, and my mind going a million miles a minute. I knew then, that this would be my last, first kiss. I knew that this was the end. She is my soul mate, and my love for her would never stop.
Photo credit: Flickr/Georgie Pauwels