I spent some time with a 12 year old girl yesterday while getting my nails done. She was deep in the throes of her first experience with love. Listening to her talk about her crush was adorable, her smile was ear to ear and her eyes were bright with loves light. Those of us in the salon were enjoying her youthful exuberance. A lady who was there getting her hair done (with some delightful bright red streaks) made the comment we have all heard before"you always remember your first love". That statement began a lovely conversation between a bunch of middle aged women all anxious to tell each other about their own first love.
I listened with a smile on my face. For once I chose to just soak in the stories and did not feel like I had to share my own. It was a lunch hour well spent and I came out of the salon with beautiful nails and a smile in my heart along with a head full of memories. It is true, you know, you really don't forget your first love, or your second, or even your fifth if you have been so lucky to have had that much love in your life. Love is an emotion that fills us with wonder and lifts us so high our toes barely drag the ground. Love is wonderful.
My first love (names have been changed, y'all might know him!) was a boy in our neighborhood. Now, I had experienced crushes before, but this was different, this was the serious stuff. I was lucky to grow up in a new subdivision in a small Kentucky town. Everyone in the neighborhood pretty much knew everyone else and us kids owned the streets in droves. Fabio (LOL) would walk the streets for hours and I used to sit on my porch waiting for him to pass. He was about the coolest guy I had ever seen. Long hair, beautiful smile, tall and cute, cute, cute. I would run out and walk with him for awhile or sometimes he would just stop and we would sit in the yard for hours and talk. Our first and maybe our only real date was to a high school football game and his dad drove us. I was thrilled! I would lie in my room at night and dream of our wedding, my dress would be tie dye, he would be barefoot...hey it was the early 70's after all. Of course, our wedding day never came, situations changed and I met my first bad boy (who swept me off my feet and whom I also will never forget) in a string of bad boy relationships. Fabio went his way and I went mine.
We have now known each other for for nearly 40 years. We have remained in touch off and on for all those years and I am grateful for that friendship more than he probably knows. I had dinner with him (my husband approved) several months ago and it was delightful. I'm sure to those in the restaurant, we looked like the normal middle aged couple, a little gray, a bit fat, wrinkles around our eyes, our chins not quite as firm but obviously enjoying each others company. In my minds eye though, the man across the table was still that boy of my youth, longish hair, beautiful smile, still standing tall and cute, cute, cute! I think he may have still made my knees a bit weak. Yes, you don't forget your first loves and I hope you are as lucky as I have been to actually still have them in your lives.