Sometime between the planning stage for the Jackson Hole trip and the actual execution of the plan we had our “first kiss.” It’s not a long, drawn out story, but it is kind-of funny.
During the summer term at BYU I was staying at Grandma Hill’s house. That was interesting, but that is another story. Anyway, Rachel and I were sitting on the couch watching a movie when Grandma walked into the room. I had my arm around Rachel’s shoulders (that’s all, I promise), but Grandma must have seen something entirely different because she just about passed out when she saw us.
She was seriously near the verge of hyperventilation as she shooed us out of the house for reasons of improper conduct. “Not even married people sit like that!” is the classic quote that I can still hear in my mind as I think back on this moment. And since I love and respect my Grandma, and since we didn’t want her to die right there on the spot of a heart attack, we complied with her requests to leave her home and decided to go on a walk around the neighborhood instead.
We walked to a nearby school and were just holding hands and talking when it started raining. We were far enough away from home by this point that there was no hope of staying dry and so we just ignored the rain and kept walking and talking. And then at one point we stopped and we kissed. It sort of just…happened.
And there you are. We were kicked out for me having my arm around her shoulders and so we went outside and kissed instead. Take that, Grandma!
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