365 Days of Kissing

There's a book out right now written by Charla Muller, a wife and mother of 2 who writes about the gift she gave her husband for his 40th birthday. The gift was sex everyday for an entire year. The book is called, '365 Nights'. Before I heard about her or her book, I told Jeff that I wanted to kiss him everyday for a year. Kind of pales in comparison to Charla's idea but in our situation it wasn't 'sex that had fallen to the bottom of the to-do list' but just your everyday 'hello 'and 'goodbye' kiss, the 'hi, I'm happy to see you' kiss' or the 'glad you're my best friend and buddy, glad to have you by my side' kiss. It had more or less been forgotten so I wanted to bring it back. It's pretty sad that I had to make it a goal to kiss my husband. It seems that it should just happen willingly and without thought. But no such luck. The daily kiss use to be a family ritual when the kids were little. I remember the second Nick heard the garage door opening he was dropping whatever he was doing and racing to greet his dad with a big hug and kiss. Jeff would take the kids and swing them through his legs and raise them up til they were doing a handstand on his shoulders. To watch this happy interaction was the best part of the day for me so I'd plant one on him, happy to join in the family love fest. Now the kids refuse any kind of affection and no one greets the old man when he hobbles in the door. O.K., he's not quite hobbling but he's getting there, complains about his bad back. So I guess when the kids started slowing down on the affection, I did too. I think my goal to kiss him everyday is paying off because the other day when Jeff walked in the door, he grabbed me, (a little forcefully-kind of liked it) and ran his fingers up the back of my neck into my scalp then gently tugged on my hair so my head fell back into his hands. He gazed at me as though he had never seen anything so beautiful since the last Victoria Secret fashion show. Placing his lips on my forehead, I closed my eyes in anticipation. Grazing my skin with his lips and his warm breath he slowly kissed one eyelid for several seconds, then, as though in slow motion, he turns my head slightly and kisses the other, lingering as though he plans to stay there forever. I melted into him and wanted nothing more at the moment than to be there in his embace. O.K. so I never want to be a writer of romance. That was hard. Yes, you're right, that kiss was only in my imagination. I have this weird idea that it would be so romantic to have your eyelids kissed. Don't ask my why. I know Jeff is going to try it after he reads this and it's going to be nothing like I envision. Anticipation is usually greater than realization. Anyway, we've only been locking lips for 4 months, so I have 8 more to go, then hopefully it will be a happy habit that I will gladly continue. Hasn't changed our life drastically, but I would say it has been nice. And nice is good. Kisses,Michelle