Kindness and compassion are two of the best attributes a person can have and not all teenage boys possess both or even one (though, I’m thankful my teenage boys do). My room looked like a florist-so wonderful to wake up to each morning, when I was in pain and depressed about not being able to do much, except sit on the recliner with my leg propped on pillows. Seth would visit me every day, bearing a fresh bouquet of beautiful red roses. In a way, it brought me and Seth much closer than we would have been, because I came home three and a half weeks early from camp, after a short hospital stay. I spent the summer (and into the fall) with a toes to thigh cast on my leg, having broken my ankle in six places, dislocated and dislodged it and tore all the ligaments and tendons my third day at sleep away camp. Languorous days on the beach, with the ocean lapping at our toes-what could be better for two teenagers? Only-I couldn’t do any of those things (except maybe the kissing in the rain). Summer nights are made for hand in hand romantic walks and kissing in the warm rain, not a care about getting wet. I’m pretty sure that the sweetest first love is summer love. We started dating right before school ended in June. I was sixteen, going into tenth grade and my boyfriend, Seth, was seventeen, going into eleventh grade. Yet, I felt so grown up having a boyfriend. His answer: “I don’t care about your first love, as long as I’m your last love.”) When I muse about my first love, it kind of boggles my mind that I was two years younger than my oldest son. (I did ask my husband if it would bother him at all before I agreed to write this. Day three of the 30-Day Writing Challenge is a fun one-First Love & First Kiss.
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