The above picture is my first kiss (ever) with my husband. No I don't mean the first time I kissed him as his wife, I mean the first time I kissed him EVER. That's right we dated for about 5 months, got engaged, were engaged for 9 months so that means we were together for 14 months before he kissed me. It was kind of a crazy idea but well worth the wait. Our relationship was moving rather fast as you already counted (Let me point out as well, that I was 27, he was 30 and my best friend's older brother so it's not like he was a serial killer) anyway we were worried that adding a physical element might "cloud" our views while discerning if this was the person we were meant to marry.
So this "not kissing thing" all started one night as he was getting ready to drop me off after a date. We were sitting in the car, it was the perfect "kiss moment" and he says "so I might not kiss you till I propose to you or I might not kiss you till I marry you." WHAT!!!! My heart started beating and all I could focus on was he said "when I marry you." He was really planning on marrying me. I kinda shrugged off the kissing part of the statement but later started to realize what I had got myself into. I must admit this was not an easy task for me and I tried to push the envelope whenever I had the chance.
There was a few reasons he had come up with this idea and the concept was not well supported by a lot of friends and family. Sure our "Catholic" friends loved the idea, but modern society called us crazy and always asked "what if you marry him and things don't work right together?" Really is all were made of as man and woman I thought, as if my love for him would be stopped by him being a "bad kisser" or vice versa.
Abstaining from kissing for us, ensured that each of us really knew the person they we were in the relationship with and we weren't distracted by what we were getting physically from the other person.
Well the day finally came when he proposed. It was wonderful of course, he had my friend give my an invitation to our wedding while he was hiding upstairs. When I turned around he was on one knee. It wasn't until later that night that it dawned on - he hadn't kissed and I knew what that meant 9 more months of the torture! :) Looking back now it was such a great test of our devotion to each other and our goal of keeping the other person pure.
So back to the picture, there it is a picture of my first kiss, from my first boyfriend, who turned out to be my husband. I don't remember grabbing his face, but I guess I was just excited. And no need to worry - everything worked out just fine!
Well the day finally came when he proposed. It was wonderful of course, he had my friend give my an invitation to our wedding while he was hiding upstairs. When I turned around he was on one knee. It wasn't until later that night that it dawned on - he hadn't kissed and I knew what that meant 9 more months of the torture! :) Looking back now it was such a great test of our devotion to each other and our goal of keeping the other person pure.
So back to the picture, there it is a picture of my first kiss, from my first boyfriend, who turned out to be my husband. I don't remember grabbing his face, but I guess I was just excited. And no need to worry - everything worked out just fine!
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