I am here today, not to tell you about any of my children having their first kisses, because that is none of your business and if and when that happens I will probably not write about it under penalty of death. No, I am here because 19 years ago today, I kissed my wife for the first time.
She will tell you that it was 19 years ago yesterday, which is of course ridiculous. Midnight had passed, the clock had struck 12, any babies born would have had a different birthday, and so our kissaversary moves up a day. My wife says that since we had not gone to bed yet, it still counts as part of the previous day. This is one of our favorite arguments to have, and I assume we will enjoy having it for another 50 years or so. I will tell you the story, and then you can decide on your own.
You see, we were hanging out with friends. Was it a party? I don’t recall. Everyday was a party, because I was 18 and it was summer. Anyway, after a very long evening it was decided that I needed to go home, but since I did not have a car I needed a ride. My future wife offered to drive me, only we did not go home. We drove out to the spot where, over 6 years later, I would eventually propose marriage. “The Spot” being some rando’s driveway.
The driveway was lined with tall trees on either side, so we were not visible from the house. And the house was remote. There were no other residences in sight. Plus, you know, it was like 2 am so everybody was presumably asleep anyway. We got out and leaned back against the hood of her car, gazing up at the stars and talking. We talked about how we could not be an item, as I was leaving for college in about a day and a half. We talked about how we were not going to kiss each other. We spoke lies for some time, and then it happened. Somehow, my skinny, trembling, terrified teenage body managed to not screw something up, and the rest is history.
So we started hanging out on the evening on August 18th, and continued on until the mushy part, having not slept or rested ourselves. So is our kissaversary on the 18th? But we kissed for the first time at approximately oh-200 hours on the early morning of August the 19th. So is our kissaversary on the 19th? And technically, according to Facebook, Throwback Thursday is not until tomorrow, August 20th. Should we move it to then, so that I can post this fond remembrance on the appropriately hashtagged weekday? No. We should not. We can forego Throwback Thursday in favor of Wayback Wednesday. So the 20th is out of the running, and we are done with this vile hashtaggery.
In the end it doesn’t really matter on which day we officially kissed. What matters is that 19 years (and a few hours) ago, I began the most significant journey of my life. This weekend marks a dozen years of marriage, but that isn’t the whole story. She has been a part of my life for over half of it now, and I can’t wait to see what comes next!