I hope I don’t sound too shameless, but I love kissing my husband. The man can stop me dead in my tracks with his kisses. I am completely incapable of coherent thoughts when Dale works his magic. And there’s nothing more magical than wedding day kisses.
June 14, 1997
Our first kiss as husband and wife. I love the way the sun is literally making Dale’s hair just glow. And I love the way his hands are laced together against my back. Sigh.
This one was outside the church. Do you see that dreamy look on my face? Now that’s what I’m talking about.
And, finally, one last kiss before we depart for the reception. I’m swooning with the memories.
Our 9th wedding anniversary is next week and the kissing hasn’t slowed down yet. I’m betting it never will.