I remember the first time I saw her. I had just started a new job. She had been on holiday. She walked into my life with that lithe, fluid self-confident way I have always admired.
I remember thinking she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.
I remember what she was wearing the first time I saw her. A white blouse, black heels and a short black skirt that showed off her long, tanned legs.
I remember hearing her speak for the first time .
I remember the first time I heard her laugh. Her voice and her laughter were magical.
I remember seeing her that first day and being utterly enthralled, completely smitten.
I remember every molecule of my being wanting her, wanting to know everything about her in every detail.
I remember that first day I saw her as being the day I fell in love.
I remember there were difficulties. I was a few years older. We were both in relationships. But I had seen the fire in her eyes and she had seen the fire in mine so nothing was insurmountable. We started going out and it was bliss.
I remember the first time we kissed. Her lips were moist and soft. Our mouths were a perfect match. Our tongues were agile. Time stopped.
I remember the first time we made love. Where we were. Every detail. We went to Heaven and saw God and he said;
“Go back and keep doing that dude and dudette. Come up to Heaven whenever you want.”
So we did. We went and saw Him all the time. We made love everywhere and whenever we could. We made love in cars. In bed. On the kitchen table. On the sofa. On the stairs. In the shower. We even made love in the bedroom of a showhouse with the sales staff downstairs.
I remember the day we moved into our first home together.
I remember the day we got married and how we were both on top of the world.
I remember the walks we went on and the joy we had in each others company and how we missed each other when we were apart.
I remember how we worked hard at our respective jobs and how she encouraged me to start up on my own. How we became successful in our work and enjoyed the spoils of our good fortune and hard work.
I remember seeing our children being born and how seeing them being born was the best experience I have ever had. It may not have been quite so great for her at the time but she loves them to bits. She always has and she always will.
I remember always being mesmerised by her eyes. Sometimes they were grey, other times they were blue and on other days they were green. The fire was always there.
I remember working hard to maintain our life style. To be able to live in a nice house set in acres of land bounded by a stream. To be able to give our children a great education. To have nice cars and holidays.
I remember being intent on “chasing the money” to the exclusion of everything else.
I remember now in hindsight that I didn’t see the fire in her eyes start to flicker and fade.
More Dick soon.
Part 2 may follow soon.