I’ve been married more than twice.
There was a 3rd. I was in headstart, just 3 years old, when I got off the bus and proclaimed that I got married & I was now Mrs. JV.
I came across a post today titled “The Love & Sex Series – Journal Prompt #1 – Your first love.” The moment she shared made me smile and reminisce for a bit.
Prompt: Write a letter to your first love. Don’t get hung on the concept of whether it was “real” or not. Love changes as we learn more about ourselves. What sort of things would you tell a first love? Are your memories of it happy or sad or bittersweet?
I initially thought about writing the letter to my high school sweetie but that didn’t seem to fit. Of course, JV wasn’t really my first “love” but it is a cute story and he was my first crush, at 3 years old, so that’s who I decided to write the letter to.
Growing up, I always knew of the story about the day I became Mrs. JV. Even now one of my older sisters will still bring it up, usually when she want to embarrass me. I always wondered if you remembered that day. It wasn’t until 2 1/2 years ago when we got back in contact after you lost your brother in Afghanistan that I found out you had no idea. Because of your reaction, I now question whether you participated in the “ceremony” or if I just decided we were husband and wife & that was it. Also, did I give you my girl cooties? Because it wasn’t long after that I was in kindergarten and tackling boys so I could kiss them.
Then there was that one autumn day when we were 7 or 8 years old when you decided to come over to play. We were under an apple tree in a pile of leaves we raked up. There is a picture of us that exists somewhere that makes me smile when I come across it. That was a good day. I remember it well… it was sunny with a crisp breeze. We climbed the apple tree because it had branches low enough for both of our little legs to reach. You asked me to be your girlfriend (clearly, nobody ever explained to us that we were related). Even though you were too short, I said yes. I don’t believe it lasted beyond that day because even as a mini, I had height standards. I’m now amused that you’re tall-ish (still not my type, and vice-versa I’m sure). I’m really grateful that I was in my very short-lived “kissing boys is gross” stage at the time, especially because someone was watching and snapped a picture. I would have never lived that down.
We traveled our very different paths in life but were lucky enough to grow up together on the Rez and share many common memories. I’m happy we remained “friends” even though we were never really close once we hit our teen years, if for no other reason than those few moments we shared a good laugh during a time when you were hurting so deeply. I hope you’ve been doing well.
(Or cousin. I still have no idea how we’re related. Rez Problems, ‘eh?)