Today is our 3rd Kissiversary.  That is the anniversary of our first date and first kiss.  (Pause for gagging sounds).  Say what you will I love that we take time to celebrate things. Particularly such important days.

Last year we celebrated with a couples' getaway and massages.  Two years ago he proposed.  This year we are going out tonight for our regular weekly date (dinner & a movie).  On Saturday we will have spa day and a nice dinner.  I was going to book us at a B&B but this pregnant I would rather sleep in my own bed.  It should be a nice mellow day to celebrate all we are and what we have to come.

I wouldn't be able find enough words to explain what the night three years ago really meant.  To think I had nothing left of my heart, to not believe in true love and to be in protection mode to defend against hurting again.  But then to have dinner with him, hold hands in a movie and the kiss.  The "World's Best First Kiss Ever."  That is how we have always referred to it.  Even mere minutes after it happened.  We called each other on the way home and talked about what happened and how we felt.  We have been on the same romantic page ever since.

It is not hard to remember to be grateful every day for this kind of love.