It was around this time of the month way back 9 years ago when me and my husband first met in person. It was exciting, nerve wracking, inspiring, worrying… you name it, I had felt it. That’s how crazy and special those 10 momentous days were when someone decides to flew over from miles away to get to know me. It seemed like it only happened yesterday and yet it actually occurred a long long time ago. Anyhow, our first meeting had made wonderful memories worth cherishing as I reckon, they were the foundations of what we have now, our precious little family. If you are being nosy as to how it all began, do check it here.
Hence, My Captured Moment is a photo taken last November 2006, sneakily captured by my husband. Sorry for my snobbish look!
Apart from the first stolen shot taken, our first meeting had made a lot of unforgettable and enthralling first times of the many …..
It was our first time to stare at each others’ eyes where I felt like I melted like an ice cream, which I would like to think he felt the same way too.
It was our first time to smell at each others’ personal scent… Oooh! I can still remember that perfume he used to have.
It was our first time to hold each others’ hands, rather trembling hands that resulted from the feeling of excitement and anxiety I guess.
It was our first time to have romantic dinner dates, where both of us were a bit conscious every time we put food in our mouth.
It was our first time to crack jokes at each other which sometimes his jokes didn’t go down too well on me and I ended up being upset.
It was our first time to go swimming together where I constantly kept holding on to him as I don’t know how to swim. I know it’s so embarrassing to admit, considering I come from a country surrounded with beautiful beaches in abundance.
It was our first time to watch film on cinema and because it was cheaper over there compared to UK standard, we got addicted to it, thus, it became our favourite afternoon leisure time.
It was our first time to go to church together, although he was not too keen on it but he still went with me. I assumed as he was trying to impress me so it was the best thing for him to do, to please me?!
It was the first time for him to meet my family and visited our humble home. Where I noticed how he looked around inside our house and probably realized how totally different it is from his home country.
It was my first time to tour him around our little town in my home country. Where he was overwhelmed when he witnessed a massive distinction of the culture and lifestyle from over there.
It was our first time to go on trips like going on Malapascua Island in Cebu, which we both enjoyed exploring nature and beaches.
Most of all, it was also our first time to kiss, cuddle and snuggled up comfortably as we drew closer and grow fonder with each other.
As the first meeting ended when he returned back to UK again, after enjoying our memorable first times…. I have certainly known him much better than I’ve known him before he came over, we became more than mere friends. Our relationship had progressed and taken its wing. It had developed in to something serious, sincere and special.
Do you still remember the first times you had with you husband / partner?
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