Another Valentine's Day has come and gone. The day itself was quiet this year. David and I did our celebrating on the weekend since he was leaving the day before the big day. One thing is true it is just not that day that we celebrate our love for each other, it should be done every day. There should be no holiday or excuse to bring a flower, card or anything special that tells your someone you love them and are happy to be with the person.
Over the course of the week leading up to the big day, stories sparked some memories for me. One such story was "Do you remember your first kiss?" When I first thought of it I thought of the first kiss I had gotten from a boy in school. Jimmy Crabtree was a boy in second grade. I remember he sat next to me and would sometimes sneak holding my hand occasionally and one day during an earthquake drill he gave me a peck on the check while we were under our desks in the assumed position for these drills.
Fast forward many, many years to when I met David. We had met while working and eventually had a real date after he came to one of my skating competitions. I was a pretty cheap date, we went to a chain restaurant and I remember I ordered a cup of soup and a sandwich. We spent some time talking during dinner getting to know each other and when he walked me to my car he asked me if he could kiss me (yes even in the early 80's the guy asked and didn't take it for granted). I remember thinking it was the most wonderful long kiss I had received to date; ok I admit the one from Jimmy and one other was the only kisses I had to compare but believe me I was impressed and I don't think my feet touched the ground the whole drive home.
Not only can a holiday or a kiss spark memories which forever stay etched in the heart. I admit sometimes earthquakes can spark some childhood memories.
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