I know I’m late...as always. First let me say, we were supposed to get out of work early today. Yeah that didn’t so much happen for me. Plus I totally blanked out that it was Thursday. Crazy I’m losing my mind it seems. But I do seem to remember the past well enough.
The 4th of July means fireworks and celebrating our country’s independence. It’s a day off of work to celebrate this milestone with family and friends. And 25 years ago on the 4th of July I did just that.
It also happened to be the day I met my HHB. We were both teenagers. I had just graduated that June, him the year before. And we were celebrating with our respective friends.
He lived in a town about 15 miles away, and I had a date that night with a musician who was playing at the 4th of July celebration there, so I was just hanging out with my friends till then.
Needless to say, when a cute guy on a motorcycle yelled for us to come over, I was a bit apprehensive (not knowing him and all – but knowing of him). My friend knew them so we went. (Yes, it was a pick up) :-)
One thing led to another, we hung out and took his bike for a ride in the country, where he kissed me for the first time – and yes I saw fireworks. They were real, not imagined, but they were there!
I knew that night, he was the one. Oh and side note - I was bad - I stood up the date I did have for HHB!
Love at first sight? Well I’m not sure about that, but it was certainly lust at first sight. But you know what, we’ve been together for 25 years and we still celebrate the 4th of July like we did the first one...
Kissing under the fireworks.
So I didn’t so much get independence on the 4th of July, but I got something much better.
How did you meet your significant other?
HAVE A GREAT 4TH – I HOPE YOU ALL SEE FIREWORKS WHEN YOU LOOK INTO YOUR LOVERS EYES.