Mom and Dad, the younger years.
Growing up, I always was aware of a display of affection between my parents. They kissed quite often and openly. Dad would ALWAYS hug Mom around the waist as she was cooking supper and he would sneaked a taste of her delectable dish with his free hand. They took walks together on the beach, holding hands like teenagers. They worked side by side in the garden, or landscaping the yard, or on the construction of the house. They danced to slow music in the living room when no one was watching. They went on an adventure to New York City and saw plays and explored Greenwich Village. They had a fight at least once every family vacation! (Passion) And they made love often, I know, because the bedroom door stayed shut quite a bit! (Otherwise, it was open.)
Dad and Mom were high school sweethearts. When Mom moved to Tennessee, And Dad still lived in West Virginia, he would make the trip as often as he could to see his true love. They married when they were 20 and 16 respectively, she with her reluctant parents blessings, I am sure. They were married June 13th and went to Virginia for a "Honeymoon". They dined on pizza and swam in the frigid ocean when it was 50*, ah, young love. Mom has told me that when they first married, they lived in a tiny, tiny trailer. I can just see them, making their first home together, complete with fresh wild flowers on the table. I don't know how soon they started trying to have babies, but it was a 4 year complicated ordeal. Finally, a star was born. (hehehe)
They shared a passion for living fully as they still do today. They still kiss often, hold hands, and make love. They have a tender, sweet love, the kind that very few people experience. Everyone they meet are blessed to share in the glow of their love - and all know they have experienced something extraordinarily spectacular.
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