with Angella Dykstra
I'm a mom of three, a professional accountant, and an amateur photographer and writer. I am not a marriage expert. But my husband and I take "Til death do us part" seriously, and here I'll be sharing how we keep our marriage strong while we both do that insane work-life juggle.
Check out my Work It, Mom! profile and my blog, Dutch Blitz.
I could talk about my first kiss EVER but it happened in the middle of a party when I was in ninth grade. I’d had a crush on Stephen for, oh, ever and we were talking and then he leaned in and kissed me and I thought it was so nice and fun and WAIT, I’ve NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE and WHAT IF I’M DOING IT WRONG? I pulled away, turned on my heel and ran home.
I clearly did it wrong.
As for the first kiss between my husband and I, it didn’t happen on our first date. Or our second. OR OUR THIRD. It’s not that we weren’t comfortable with each other - we were holding hands and cuddling on the couch - but all I could think was, “DUDE. STOP BEING SO SHY.” Then my impatience kicked in and I just LEANED IN AND KISSED HIM ALREADY.
We haven’t stopped since.
How about you guys? Do you remember your first kiss? EVER, or with your significant other?
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