A long time ago I had a magically romantic night with my wife as the rain poured outside our window. It was Texas and the rain made for a cool breeze across our faces as we kissed and music played along with us.
The music seemed so appropriate at the time. The perfect beat. The droning romantic tones of a haunting melody.
“i will kiss you i will kiss you i will kiss you
forever on nights like this i will kiss you i will
kiss you and we shall be together...forever”
The singer sang those lyrics as the music played to our moment. I have loved the rain ever since. It like so many other moments are frozen in time in our past. Moments that remind us of the amazing romance our lives have become.
What I noticed in that romance is that the “kiss” has been such a large part of our memories.
The most important kiss is due for it’s 23rd anniversary in a few weeks. Our first kiss. That unexpected moment that neither of us saw coming. That moment of courage I had never managed to muster before. The classic “on the porch” first kiss. Magical moment in my life. Surprise moment of yours. The perfect kiss.
“Upon her lips I placed the perfect first kiss. Never so soft. Never so gentle. Never so long. A moment trapped in time. A moment trapped in my mind. Forever perfect. Forever ours”
We walked the streets of Chicago. Only hours after I arrived. An arrival unexpected and surprising. A night out with your friends. And your best friend dragging us all over town. The somehow we found ourselves on the streets. Under what seemed to be the brightest light. On the darkest street. In the middle of nowhere. It suddenly went quiet. We uttered “those” words for the first time. Then kissed. The moon seemed to get brighter as we kissed (maybe it was the light), but the moment remains frozen in time. A perfect kiss at a perfect time.
“And when I kiss the moon
She smiles and I sit for a while
Count the stars until the sky turn blue
I count the stars until the sky turns blue”
They all watched as we danced. The music played along at a level I swear only we could hear. Slowly we danced. In each others arms. Now in each others lives forever. The music played for what may as well been forever, because that music has never stopped in my head. They all watched. And unlike so many other “first dances” no one joined the floor. They left the moment for us. As the song ended we kissed. Your lips were so soft. Your smile afterwards so perfect. A moment so perfect that everyone who watched knew they were witnessing something truly beautiful.
“I could chase around for nothing to be found
But why look for something that is never there
I may get it wrong sometimes but I'll come back in style
For I realize your love means more than anything”
finally it is a moment we wish had been different. A moment we wish had come with so much more ceremony. Married rather than hitched. But the “kiss” was important. It meant we were forever together. It was the first kiss of the perfect marriage. By definition it was perfect.
So what brought this train of thought on? The kiss as you dropped me off at the airport. Sometimes memorable kisses come at the most amazing and unexpected times.
You’re the world to me. I love you more than anything in the world.