Chris and I shared our first kiss ten years ago on February 8th. In some ways it’s hard to believe that we’ve been together for so long, in other ways it seems like that day wasn’t so long ago. I’ve told the story of me falling for him, but I’m quite proud of our first kiss. I realize that must sound a little odd, but bear with me.
We were still in that just friends hanging out stage. A classmate was in a play with Sock ‘n’ Buskin Theatre and we decided to go see her show together. We met for drinks at The Social, a swanky little restaurant downtown, and headed off to the bus stop, only to discover we’d just missed our bus and the next one would make us late for the show. We were both disappointed at missing it, but decided not to let it ruin our evening. We’d been keeping our skates in my locker, so we headed off to the University to get them and go for a skate on the Canal. As we were cutting across campus, we stopped near one particular building that Chris said he’d love to climb. That’s when I kissed him. Yep, me. Painfully shy, self-conscious, terrified of rejection me. I did it. Obviously, things have worked out well. I think it would have happened eventually, but I like the fact that I made that first move. It reminds me that I can do things that normally scare me.
I’m grateful for whatever came over me and led us to that kiss, as it was the start of something big, though I didn’t know it at the time.
I know I’m a little late, but Happy Anniversary honey, I love you.
My husband Chris and I met in our second year of theatre at Ottawa U. We were in several classes together, but didn’t really get to know each other until I ended up working on his set crew for a Drama Guild show in the winter. It was early February and the skating conditions on the Canal were great. I liked skating, but was terrible at it. Chris on the other hand was quite good. We decided to go skating together between classes and working on the set. Thus started a regular outing. We kept our skates in my locker and headed over the the Canal frequently. I was terrible on my skates. I fell frequently. Luckily Chris was there to catch me most of the time. I had fun hanging out with him. Then one day he was showing off and took off down the Canal ahead of me… and proceeded to fall on his butt. My first reaction was “Aw, that’s adorable”. That’s when it hit me that I had feelings for him. It wasn’t long after that that we started dating. We continued to skate on a regular basis and I got to be a much better skater, thanks in part to switching from figure skates to hockey skates – I was always tripping over those darn toe picks.
Last winter I was pregnant and we decided to play it safe and not go skating. My centre of balance was different and we didn’t want to risk me falling and having anything happen to the baby.
Today we collected our skates and headed over to the community centre for their public skate. I was nervous. I hadn’t been on a pair of skates in two years. I was also stressed out before leaving the house for a multitude of reasons that I won’t get into.
We got to the arena, laced up our skates, and I took that first step out onto the ice. And I didn’t land on my ass! I didn’t even need to hold onto the boards. My first few laps were slow, but I steadily picked up the pace. Suddenly I felt fantastic. My body remembered what to do and it brought up all sorts of memories of falling in love with Chris. My crankiness melted away. I did fall once, but I think I did pretty well all in all.
All this to say that today I am grateful for the ability my body has to remember how to do something I haven’t done in years, and that it brought back so many good memories. I can’t wait to go again.