A First For Everything
Call me crazy but I don’t remember my first kiss but I can tell you the exact moment I had my first forkful of baked spaghetti or frozen grapes. That is crazy, huh? I do however, remember our 6th grade “kisses.” Mr. Meserve took us out in pairs to experience kisses with the name scribbled on our scrap of paper that we all pulled from a hat. Thump-thump! You could hear everyone’s heart beating in their throats as we watched 2 heads duck out only to rush back in, their faces plastered with wide smiles. It was my turn when I discovered we were trading kisses of the chocolate variety, not the cherry chap stick kind (sorry Katy Perry)…who btw, is a robot. Have you seen this girl? Does she ever blink?
As we get older, that special 4th of July display of fireworks that brandish a special first experience seems to slowly dissolve. This blog helps remind me that it’s little moments built upon other moments that make up life and it’s all how you perceive them that make them special.
My first time seeing a cicada.
My bff’s first time eating oysters ever.
My first time at this famed spot.
and just for fun, here’s a throw-back circa 1989
My “first love.” The puppy dog sort. I still remember playing house with him like we were grown ups.
I hope everyone enjoyed their 4th (or weekend, depending on where you live). I’m still technically off from work so the rest of the day will be filled with visiting the blueberry farm, donating blood (the American Red Cross is open today!), maybe some swimming and lots of fish tacos.
Your Squishy Monster