Day 3: My First Love

I love to love.  I love to be loved.  So, in thinking about how to tackle the task of writing about my first love, I briefly considered the tales of relationships past.  Though few and far between, they weren’t really worth digging through the closets of my past to rehash pleasantly forgotten memories.  I decided instead to approach this task from another angle.

My first love is my mother!  And, she’s my first kiss, too.  40 years later, she’s still my latest and greatest inspiration.  She was my first teacher and has become one of my best friends.  The woman I am today is because of her guidance.  She is a model of wisdom and grace.  I’ve loved her from the first moment I laid eyes on her, and will continue to love her for a lifetime and beyond.


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