And actually, our house burned down when I was 12, and those pictures disappeared. They were one of the things my mom was most disappointed about losing, so when she got duplicates from the boy’s mom (who happened to be one of my mom’s best friends), they went into the safe deposit box — where they still live today — so that they’d be safe until my real wedding, when they could make a grand appearance in the slide show.

Apparently I used to chase this boy around, yelling, “Come here, my sweetie!”

Pretty sure the wedding was all my idea (and I certainly planned it–including convincing his little brother to be the ring bearer and my little sister to be the flower girl), but at least he went along with it.
.-= Alida´s last blog ..Best of all worlds =-.

To this day, I’m amazed at his lack of idiotic-14-year-old-ness because when he went on a missions trip to Taiwan, he brought me back gifts. Which means he knew I was alive, and wanted to make me happy.

I remember feeling SO shy around him – unlike me. I remember the little leap my heart would give when I’d see him come around a corner or up some stairs.

I remember when he wanted to give me those gifts, being too shy to take them, and my mom wouldn’t take them for me, and sobbing and being so horrified that me not being brave enough to take the gifts would make him think I didn’t want or appreciate them.

When I think back to that incident and my sophisticated social thought process, I remember to give my toddler more credit.
.-= Della´s last blog ..Monkey-rina =-.

been loyal reader since around the time of your amnio wih Jasper, one of those “read about you on a post of a friend of a friend, etc.” LOVE LOVE your writing and stories. Thank you for the insights and laughter, and tears.

First love- kgarten (1978) teacher told my mom she’s never seen two five year olds so in love, and passionate about each other. (WHAT!?) and I distinctly remember smooching him and being the “initiator” of many of those, asking little boy for us to kiss for a long time like adults do (ie, I was quickly way past little pecks on the cheek/lips.) From there, I had about a 13 yr famine until the next “serious” boy came along.

Now, I have a 4yr old boy and I don’t even want to think about it!

Good luck.
.-= Janeen´s last blog ..Four Years and Seven Minutes Ago.. =-.

I say let the freaky love-flag fly. Because kids are getting weirder, and that is a wonderful thing. And because nobody will ever be able to hold Emilia back from being her own strange little self, even if at times it goes a bit untranslated.

*relurk*

But…my son is in love. His first girlfriend. He’s 15 and she is almost 18. They are a good match and I really like her. But two nights ago they stood outside in the cold talking for nearly an hour. And when he came inside, it looked like he’d been crying. And maybe he had, but he explained that she’s having family problems (recently divorced parents). They, their relationship, is just fine. Which is great. But, really, it can’t last forever. I wouldn’t even want his first love to be his only love. But I dread his future pain, even while I’m overjoyed that he’s so happy now.

My daughter (4 also) is always making cards for her friends. Although most of them are scotched-taped closed so much that the receiver can’t open it.

Which is why I, also a Canadian, am delurking AND donated to Medicins Sans Frontieres (Doctors Without Borders).
.-= Lorien´s last blog ..Five months and counting =-.

Every day we played at being a family. He, the husband, would carry a briefcase and leave the house while I, the wife, pretended to cook and wash dishes.

One day I told him it was my turn to carry the briefcase and his turn to wash the dishes. He said, “Silly–we can’t switch. Boys don’t wash dishes, and girls don’t go to work.”

Budding feminist that I was, I punched him in the eye.