The Magic Moment.

"This magic moment

So different and so new

Was like any other

Until I kissed you."

Chances are we have all been there. It's our first kiss, the feeling, the emotions all wrapped up into something we'll never forget. If this didn't happen to you, my condolences. I remember it like it was yesterday—not really, but I do remember it!

Moments are what make life; whether it's the first kiss, birth of a child, or better yet, the first Chicago Bulls game you attend, when you boil it all down, it's something that's implanted in your memory. It's funny, but there are memories I recall and discuss with people who were there, and they look at me like I am nuts. I was talking with my cousin the other day, and we were discussing my grandfather and how he retired when he was in his early 40s. It wasn't because he won the lottery, they didn't have it back then, it was because he slipped on a bottle cap and broke many bones in his leg. (To this day, whenever I see a bottle cap on the ground I either pick it up or kick it to the side!) He didn't remember it.

The magic moments so deeply planted in my mind, range from going to the St. Louis Arena and watching the first Ali V. Frazer fight, bringing a tropical fish on a flight from Florida (my parents were fine with it), to the births of all my children. Of course there are thousands in-between, but these were more out of the ordinary. There's one I have tried to push out of my memory for many decades—it's the time I almost stepped on a water moccasin. Although more than 45 years ago, I remember it and it still bothers me. 

There are plenty of moments still to come; I know of several I would love to see happen, but am not sure what the future holds. Many are in business, some are in photography, but most have to deal with my family. Will I tell? Sure, when they happen.

So you might be wondering, since I usually have a photo accompany "Snap. Shot.," where is it? 

This is only the second time I have left one out. Here's why.

Recently, I had a photo shoot. It was one where I shot a lot of photos. But there was one that turned out to be the most important. When I shoot, I will often (okay, always) ask for the person to do something out of their comfort zone. Usually it's sticking out their tongue, crossing their eyes, or something silly. This time, I suggested two people give a peck on each other's cheek. That was met with, "no way." Well, I am pretty good at getting what I when it deals with photography, and sure enough, I got the shots. 

No big deal right?

It was. One of them had never kissed or been kissed. When it was done, I was asked to please not show anyone. I lived up to the request. However, apparently when the Mom found out about the picture, she wanted it. Not just wanted it, she said she was ecstatic to see it. I said, "I promised I wouldn't." She went on to tell me that the first words she heard after the event was, "Mom, I kissed someone." They were on cloud 9. Probably higher.

So, I did send it, but I will not break my promise—so there's no photo. As I see it, when you make a promise and it's a magic moment, it's something that is kept as a memory—-unless your Mom wants to see it!

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