8 years of firsts

We were kids, my Love.

Kids who got married and survived. Thrived.

First love. Only love. Patient, waiting love.

First kiss. Again and again and again.

First “I do.” Only and forever. For real. Determined. Unwavering.

First pleasure and union. Only and forever. Becoming one.

First tears, and shouts, and why’s and hows. First times of doubting, and wondering, and sobbing.

First move, first place, first adventure on our own. WE can make it!

First darkness, first sorrow, first continual leanings and praying and leaning.

First big decision. Life changing. Heart testing. Yes, WE will follow. Together.

First waiting. First wondering. First struggle to know what comes next.

First house. First kitchen. First home of our very own.

First dog. First cat.

First real jobs.

First hope of a family. First miscarriage failed adoption.

First baby 16 year old. First time Mom and Dad.

First family. First birthdays. First memories.

First lectures. First punishments.

First goodnight hugs and bedtime devotions.

First sex while the kids are playing in their room upstairs. 🙂

First family vacation. First “Where are the boys?”

First anniversary where we have to get a babysitter.

First blog post dedicated to us, my Beloved. 🙂