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Created on: September 01, 2007 Last Updated: January 02, 2009
Those magic words "You may now kiss the bride!", the ones I imagined ever since Ken and Barbie days. The night of our wedding rehearsal, I planted a big juicy one on my man before the minister could get those words out his mouth. I did have the good taste to restrain myself a bit on the actual day. After all, there were young children at the wedding, and I thought that wouldn't be the best way to introduce them to the "birds and the bees"!
Then there were the kissing and other photos taken in a botanical garden. For once we looked good in the photos because we were thinking only of the sweet feel of lip on lip, cheek on cheek, hand in hand, and love to last a lifetime. They went into a beautiful wedding album made by sister. We had a lovely turkey dinner with white or red wine/ white grape juice and reception at a hotel. After the speeches and toasts, we watched montages of our childhood photos, and then people had to pay to see us kiss. We had a little white ceramic piggy wiith a veil on the bridal table, and it would play a soft, tinny wedding march when you nserted a coin. We had to kiss to earn each coin; the larger the donation, the bigger and sexier the kiss.
I wrote this article over a year ago, well before our wedding. Since nothing can top a wedding kiss, I HAD to Leapfrog it. :)
Alexandre had kissed me before, but this one was different, special. It was May 2006.I had been crying over something and he had been there for me. Now we were outside at night under stars. I had fish earrings on, and. he knocked one of them off by accident. I gave him the other one and he wore it on a chain around his neck for a long time afterwards. You see, we are both Christians and the fish earrings were one way I identified myself as a Christian. They look like the fish some people put on their bumpers They were only symbolic, but I loved how they helped start conversations about my faith.
Then there were and still are the times he kisses me while dancing and makes me laugh. I love the waltz even though I do it so badly. Oh well, part of the fun is learning together, even if I do step on his feet! We don't dance as often as we used to when we went to theme parties at the French Immersion program I went to, but we do still remember how to kiss.
If either of us gets Alzheimer's, I hope we never forget how to kiss at least. I will forgive his forgetting my name and ummm...you know, if he still knows how to kiss the way he does now. Ok, I will forgive him anyway because husbands
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