the kiss.

This Klimt painting hangs above our bed. We are both partial to Klimt and this picture seemed a fitting representation of where it all began for us. Somewhere between art and kissing. On the close of this Valentines weekend I give you the end of our official beginning (in all of its awkward, newish sweetness).

The very next night we found ourselves in my apartment. It was the middle of a brisk, Utah'ish March. We had both been busy until the later evening when Ben knocked on my door. We talked until it was time for him to go. I followed him to the door.

He turned around with a gleam in his eye at the bottom of the stairway and said, "I want to kiss you".

I said, "Okay".

He came in closer and leaned into me putting a shy, sweet kiss on my lips.

He said, "Let's try that again".

Right then, a dreamy, perfect kiss stretched between us.

Smiling I said, "Finally...I was beginning to think you never would".

We held each other, saying goodnight in our thrilled awkwardness.


To this day Ben still wishes he kissed me over Vail pass. I am just glad he kissed me at all.