My beautiful moment was a kiss. A long, sweet, sensual, felt it in my knees… kiss.
My husband and I got married a year and a half after our son was born and there was no doubt in my mind that it was not going to happen at all. We had known each other a long time before we started dating and it took a year after dating for me to admit to anyone that we were dating. I was so scared he would hurt me and I would lose one of my best friends. He was fresh from a divorce and I had left a six year relationship that was just, well, bad. I was happy to free and it was fun hanging out with him again.
A few months after we started to officially date I got knocked up… my world stopped. I knew two things… I was getting too old not to have our baby (my inner biological clock was ticking) and even if we did not work out, he would be a great father. Nine months later… Our little boy was born and we moved into the apartment down the hall, all in the same week.
That first year was so hard. Not only did we have to learn to live together and do so with a newborn as first time parents but also I had to help take care of my mom who was in and out of hospital, living in our apartment building. She relied a lot on us to help her when she needed help. Strain on the relationship was an understatement. Add to all that… he was laid off that January.
We did not get along. Looking back, I am not sure when or how it went so terrible wrong but it did and it landed us in therapy. I remember the day that I called the therapist (at his urging) because we were done… or so I thought. I threw it out there as a joke. I worked for a mental health agency at the time and felt that it was an appropriate response – if he wasn’t such a jerk but to my surprise, he said, “okay.”
I have no idea how we got there, I do not remember what was said or if we even went back to the therapist but I do remember that after the session, on the elevator, he grabbed me by my waist, pulled me close to his body and kissed me. A long, sweet, sensual, felt it in my knees… kiss.
It took almost a year to rebuild our relationship and when we were finally married – I realized that every growing pain and heartache was worth it because if we could survive all of that… we could survive anything.
Blog Author of – I Need a Playdate
Author Note – This story was chosen not only for it’s creativity in telling but also for the way the words weaved between emotions so well that it caught us in its web. It could be felt through the words of one person’s life to an empathetic portion of our own.
Mary is our 1st place winner in the Beautiful Moment Writing Contest. She is the author of the blog I Need a Playdate which she updates between loads of laundry. =)