First and Last

I am currently blessed enough to be able to witness one of my most beautiful friends fall in love for the very first time. I love the excitement in her voice, the "Texas sized grin," and hearing of the butterflies in her stomach when she sees him. I am ever so thankful she has found someone to lift her up and fill her life with joy!

While my dear boyfriend does infuriate me at times I can't help but absolutely love him. My token phrase is, "I adore him." He has his quirks. He has his moments, but he brings that same joy to my life that my friend is feeling right now.

I have many "firsts" with him. No he wasn't the first person I slept with. but he was my first kiss, the first hand I held and even my first experience with first base.(sorry family members....there is a warning about adult content!) He is also the first person that ever told me he loved me.

We were so, so, SO young at the time. I think I was 13 or 14 and he was 15. My mom or brother would take me to the movies to see him and his mom would bring me home. All the while my heart was pounding with excitement from this new found feeling. I remember thinking I would be with him forever and that this is what "love" must be.

Seeing as how we were WAY too young at the time...long story short we didn't end up back together officially until late last year. He was, however, my rock, my strength and my love the entire time we were apart. It is amazing to me that those flutters are still there even 11-12 yrs after that first kiss and touch in the movie theatre.

I realize the excitement will come and go through trials and tribulations that we will face together, but I could never imagine a life without my first love and best friend. I am in awe of the magnitude of love that I have for him. I can picture his sideways grin, hear him stammering for words after one of my witty remarks and I know exactly what his kiss and touch feel like even when we are apart.

My guy is the first hand I ever held and the last one I ever want to clasp.