I was lucky to have such a good relationship with my mom as a kid. Of course we had our disagreements but overall things were good, are still good. I never had any reservations about telling her anything. About asking her anything. She knew how to maintain a proper balance between being my mother and being my friend. She believed in my abilities and let me know when I wasn’t living up to my potential. Sometimes I agreed with her. Sometimes I wished she’d stop expecting so much of me. But ...
Because I like to keep it real. *snicker* Or maybe I just like to embarrass myself. Me: Yummy pizza honey. Thanks for making itBoys: Thank you daddy!*munch munch munch*Hubby: BU-URP!Me: *said with a slight smirk on my face - I thought you made a rule that there was no belching at the table.Hubby: *with a twinkle in his eye - Oh, yeah.Ethan: I have to go potty!Me: Alright already, go. * Hubby teases me as I eat, mischevious grin forms on my face* Me: BE-ELLLLCCCCHHH!*Chorus of laughter rings ...
My glances at his face were brief. I tried to focus on anything but him, which was difficult to do considering he was talking to me. His voice sounded so quiet and distant compared to the thrum of blood sounding in my ears. At the same time I ached with anticipation I trembled with fear. He knew I’d never been kissed by another boy in all my 17 years. He respected that and had told me he wouldn’t dream of kissing me without my permission. That was when I wasn’t sure I wanted to be kissed ...
