So tonight while I was preparing myself to leave for EFY, showering was on the to-do list.
So off I went.
I have no idea why, but I had a memory pop in my head from when I was like 12 or 13 when I practiced kissing in the shower. Yep, you read right. Kissing. Just me and the shower wall. Not every time I showered, but every once in awhile. I was just so frightened some boy would try to smooch me and I wasn't going to be ready...so I took some practice out on the shower wall. I'm hoping I looked like this, but I most likely did not. (bummer.)
Tonight when I thought about it I started laughing. Out loud. To myself. In the shower. It was a great memory to think about. Well...no boy tried to steal a kiss from me until I was 17 years old, but I guess that shower practicing paid off because this boy below seems to enjoy my kisses.
And I couldn't be happier I get to smooch his face the rest of my life.