October 9th was the birthday of the boy who was my first kiss. His name was Marty Reid and he was ONE WHOLE YEAR older than me. That was a big deal when I was a lowly freshman and he was a SOPHOMORE! OH MY! My first kiss was utterly unromantic and witnessed by many people in the senior hall of my high school, gross, but I do remember it made my lips burn like fire. And that is what October 9th reminds me of: wanting love desperately and only finding something much, much less.
Things are different now.
Here is the man I love. His name is Billy. He is a good dad. And I like this picture.
Things are different now.
Here is the man I love. His name is Billy. He is a good dad. And I like this picture.
4 comments:
i like that picture too! what a good looking family!
So, Billy just gets more and more handsome every time I see him. It's nice to look over at the man you love and think, "how did I end up with someone so attractive," isn't it? In your case the answer is obvious, but, Billy is very, very handsome.
nice husband, beautiful daughter, BUT your Dad blogged! Oh yeah, the privacy's off mine too.
me too!! me too!! billy and isla both look smashing!! love ya becky i hope you are feeling better!
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