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Rach Kincaid

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Our kiss is grown.

Eighteen years ago tonight, this dude kissed me on his couch. I remember it clearly — sweet and soft and slow, Explosions in the Sky playing in the background, two baby boys sleeping soundly down the hall. Afterward, he pulled away from me and whispered, “I wasn’t supposed to do that.” He wasn’t wrong… most would agree we were neither right nor ready for each other. But alas, the heart wants what it wants and sometimes, that’s miraculously enough for God to do his thing.

marriage

Married, still.

I’ll try, I respond to his request. I’ll try, too, he replies. And thus is the story of us these days. From laundry reminders to gentler words, and all of the nuances in between.