The Homecoming Kiss

Last week was Homecoming in the small town my family and I live in. This is the same town that my husband and I grew up in. This is the first time in 11 years that I have lived in this town. Therefore, many people I saw in town last week jokingly asked me about "the kiss."

When my husband and I were seniors I was chosen as the Homecoming Queen. My husband was a football player and I chose he and another senior to escort me for all the festivities. I waited all week for Friday to come. I anticipated all the exciting things that were going to happen. The day finally came and night fell on the small town. As I was being escorted across the field to our principal who was waiting to crown me, I could tell my husband (then boyfriend) was very nervous and I could not understand why. Surely, walking me across the field was a lot less nerve-racking than actually playing in a football game? Surely?

Well, a few moments later, he delivered the answer in the form of a kiss, no not on the cheek, but smack on the lips in front of the entire town! It turns out that a teacher had convinced him that kissing me on the lips would make a GREAT picture for the yearbook and so being the obliging soul that he was, he didn't let her down. This picture did pop up in the yearbook and had an entire 2 page spread written about "the kiss" and all the activities surrounding the day.

Was I embarassed you ask? Well, let's just say that after he escorted me to my seat, I returned the favor and 11 years later, we're still talking about it!