The awesome Alex Cavanaugh is hosting the First Loves Blogfest. Post your first movie, first music (song/band,) first book, and first person. Four loves, one blogfest. Go HERE to read other bloggers participating in the blogfest.
Movie - Return of the Jedi
Hello? Space, amazing mind powers, family drama, love, Han Solo *sigh*... and the infamous I am your father scene still gives me chills!
Music - Sweet Child O' Mine by Guns N' Roses
My grandma loved music, and it's because of her that I love Elvis, The Beatles, and Steve Miller Band.
I couldn't choose just one song from those so I decided to pick one from G N' R. Yeah, I know. Total opposite of the spectrum, but I remember the first time I heard it. My friend, Jen, and I were dancing around to music. Sweet Child O' Mine came on MTV, and we both flipped out over this song.
Book - From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler by E.L. Konigsburg
Being the oldest child, with three younger brothers, I totally related to this book when I was younger.
To live in a museum? How cool would that be? Now, being an adult, I think back and love that I had a wild imagination.
Person - Hubby
(Allen with my little brother, Nick)
At age 18, I married my first husband, Allen. Yep, I was a young pup. We were together for only six months when he passed away in a car accident. At such a tender age, I can honestly say I didn't know how to handle it. That first year after his death is a blur of images that my brain protects me from remembering. That didn't keep me from being angry and guarded. I didn't want to love again because I didn't want to go through the pain from loss. Also, I couldn't fathom why I was alive and Allen was dead. He had such a beautiful soul, but God must've needed him more than I did.
(my hubby and me)
Three years later my BFF introduced me to this guy named Lenny. My stomach did little flips, but I was so scared. I hadn't felt this way since my first husband. And what if I was a jinx? What if this guy dated me and he got in a car accident and died, too? I pushed him away, but he was so patient with me.
On the four year anniversary of Allen's death, Lenny sent me flowers in memory of my first husband. I kept thinking how could he be so sweet? I mean, seriously. What man would do that? Not many.
Lenny showed me that it was okay to mourn -- that grieving was healthy and that I needed to do that in order to move on. He also showed me that it was okay to laugh, to live, and to love again without feeling guilty.
My first husband will always have a special place in my heart, but Lenny holds the key.