I remember the first time my wife kissed me. She placed her lips on my chest right next to my tattoo. It was outside, in a driveway off of Westheimer, and we were saying goodbye. It was the day before she told me she couldn’t talk to me anymore. I can still feel her lips brushing my skin when I think about that morning. We had been up all night just hanging out. The not talking didn’t last as you can tell.

I have lots of little memories like this. Some are not appropriate to talk about here and some are fun to remember and share.

To this day I wonder if she had the slightest clue what she was getting into. I doubt it. But we have made it through all the hard times and will make it through any more to come. I haven’t changed all that much. I am still me. I still go out and raise hell just with less frequency.

Sitting here with my gastronomic distress that led to me staying home from church and listening to Lucero brought this all to mind. Anyway here’s the song that got me thinking. Enjoy. I will stop rambling now.

Lucero - What Else Would You Have Me Be