She remembered quite clearly their first kiss. It was New Year’s Eve, and he had always been more firecracker than man anyways—and the excuse to hoot and holler and run about was too much for him to resist. As the countdown from ten started up, he began to flail about so much with every number that she was pretty sure she was going to get hit in the face. But then he grabbed her gently but firmly on the cheeks, screamed “Happy New Years!” so loud that her ears rang, and kissed her fiercely on the lips.
He pulled back and smiled at her with that goofy grin of his, and she felt just a little bit dazed. She’d never been kissed like that before, in more ways than one. But then he dropped his hands from her face and ran off to kiss several other girls at the party, wishing them overly loud happy new years as well. She smiled and turned to hug her other friends, not being one to initiate spontaneous kissing herself.
In the years to come, they’d often wonder if the other had known in the moment that that was the first kiss between a future husband and wife.