Fireworks are going to be going off like crazy this week with the big Fourth of July celebrations. But let's celebrate our own little fireworks... kisses!
I don't always remember those first moments as clearly as I'd like to. And while I may not remember the first guy who ever kissed me, I do remember the first time my husband kissed me. He literally took my breath away. I think I forgot to breathe for a minute. I also remember those first times my children kissed me (awe!) and who could complain about all those doggie kisses!
I'm hopeful that you have a better memory than me! And that you won't be embarrassed about sharing those moments! After all, this is the season of fireworks... big loud booming ones that shake you down to your toes, as well as the quieter ones that light up your face. So what was your first kiss like?
Musings from Michigan