First Kiss

Chapter III – Mom’s First Kiss

            Ginny sighed but didn’t complain.  The longer the story the longer until she’d have to turn off the lights and try to fall asleep.  As long as neither of her parents caught on to the delay, she could be patient until they told her about their first kiss.

            Kristina continued the narrative. “I was so embarrassed and sad, I just wanted to get out of there.  I needed some time to think about everything that happened. I mean, I did date Carson for a few years so it was a big decision.  Life altering at the time.” 

“Your mom walked fast when she left,” Gus nodded his head.  “She was almost to her car before I caught up with her.  As I have learned, she may be tiny but she can move quick.”  Kristina barely reached 5’3”.  Even though Gus didn’t quite hit 6’, his wife’s petite size made him seem like a comparative giant.

“But you caught up with her, right?” Ginny asked a little concerned.

Kristina smiled at her daughter.  “Yes, he did.”  She looked up and thought about that night so long ago to refresh her memory.  Then continued with the story.

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First Kiss

Chapter II: The Double Date – Dad’s Version

            “As good as your mom’s story was, I’m sure she left out a few things,” Gus said while laying down on the other side of Ginny.  It was a small bed so there wasn’t room for all three so Kristina slid off and sat on an exercise ball.

            “Well,” Ginny said, “she hasn’t actually told me about the kiss yet.”

            Gus looked at Kristina and cocked his eyebrow.

            “I told her about the double date,” Kristina explained.

            “Oh, right,” he nodded his head.  “Your mom’s first kiss.”

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First Kiss

Chapter I: The Double Date – Mom’s Version

            “Mom, mom, moooooom!” Ginny yelled.

            Of course, Kristina could hear her daughter.  She was pretty sure the neighbors heard the call as well.  But she was determined not to be bullied into action by her demanding ten-year-old.  After several calls though, she couldn’t take it anymore. If her husband, Gus, had been home from work she might have had the will power to hold out a bit longer or maybe he would have responded for her.  Instead, she was tired and she needed Ginny to go to sleep so that she could fall asleep herself watching tv while waiting for Gus to come home. Her nap before bedtime was somehow her most restful sleep of the night and she needed it.

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The Hope of Tomorrow

I have finally come to the conclusion that I am not as smart as I once thought I was. By disclosing this fact, I am not looking for empty flattery or reassurance of the contrary. It’s okay, I get it. I accept it. I am moving forward from this point with what I have to work with. With that in mind, this is the only piece of advice I have to give you: hang on. Hang on, hang in there, keep going. You find that hope that will float you into tomorrow and you cling to it for as long as you need to. It is hope that carries us to the other end of the day and whatever your hope looks like for you, protect it.

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The Age of Regret

Before I dive into this post I want to make one thing perfectly clear and that is the fact that I am a fairly contented person. Life is life. I get it. I understand the concept of making choices based on what you are capable of at the moment. Of course, regret is going to come into play as you gain more understanding and perspective. That’s just a natural part of life. But no one should beat themselves up too much with the sometimes heavy bat of regret. Sure, there are things that could have been done better but no one has a time machine DeLorean* so we just have to learn from it and keep moving on by doing better next time. I get it. I get all that. That being said, I must admit recently, I have started to let a couple of my biggest regrets occupy more space in my mind than I normally do. So much space they have moved south to my heart to inflict some wounds. It seems like I have entered the age of regret. In an effort to minimize them to more manageable sizes, I’m going to share them with you.

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