... Sitting in a tree

Meva wrote an awesome post the other day.

Actually, not too sure if 'wrote' is the correct term... Meva 'did' an awesome post the other day, entitled 'Kiss'.

And it sparked a little burst of something in me. Something not easily pinned down. Something I can't quite put my finger on. A little dash of nostalgia, a pinch of yearning, a shot of sunshine.

And then I read on the (oh please, don't judge me) Australian Idol OS forums, some little fangirl squeeing about Matt Corby, and about how she dreamed of, like, OMG, kissing him all day...

And I giggled. Because I remember dreaming about kissing boys.

I remember when a kiss was the most intimate thing. Something lightyears beyond holding hands.

I remember that amazing thrill, that charge that reaches right down to the tips of your toes, when you experience the First Kiss.

I remember spending hours and hours

just

kissing.

But now, even though I'm probably getting more kisses than ever, most of them are of the snotty toddler variety. Or the too-cool-for-school 10 year old variety. Or the 'Honey, I'm home!' variety...

I think it's time to stop and smell the roses. And feel the kisses.