…that I watched the Jerry Lewis Telethon, sitting on an old, weathered couch in a house in Northeast Minneapolis, next to a boy from Minnesota that I'd been hanging out with all weekend long, talking, smoking, drinking tea and discussing all things related to life and how to live it… when we finally inched close enough so that our knees were touching.
Labor Day to me will always be sweet with the memory of a first kiss, the euphoria of the unknown, and the unshakable feeling that a new season of life was just within my reach.
And baby, all these years later? It's still just as sweet.
Happy first kiss, anniversary. I still really like you an awful lot.