It was very warm on the day I was born, at least I'm told. It was August.
It was a cold day in November when I got my first kiss. I hated it. I also hated that I was a late bloomer and seemed to do everything later than everyone else.
It was a warm day in May when I went to that banquet and received that award for the paper I wrote. I was so proud. But I was wearing a formal with long sleeves. It was really too warm for a dress like that.
It was very hot one day in June, when I was 10 and my brother was 5. I remember taking him out of the house while my parents were fighting. It was too hot to be outside, but it was better than being indoors that day.
It was a scorcher that day in August when I was accepted to the college newspaper staff. I also got my first car that day. It was a mustang. Not new, just new to me. That was a great day.
It was cold that day in November when I first discovered how much I truly loved college, and how I had spent my first semester not paying attention. And how at that point it was too late to change it.
It was hot that day in June when I graduated high school, and I was scared and unsure of life. And it was cold that day in December when I graduated college. I was still scared and unsure of life. I still am sometimes.
It was chilly that day in December when I married my first husband and very hot the day in July when I married my second husband. The weather of my two wedding days is as opposite as the two men I married.
It was cold the day in January when I had my first child, and hot in July when I had my second. Though I remember being healthy that January and having a cold that July.
It was a cold day in December, many years ago, when I kissed Joel for the first time. It was hurried and secret on campus that day. And it was cold in November, many years later when I kissed him for the "first time" again, slowly and sweetly this time, after realizing that our time apart had been a mistake.
It was so hot the September day I saw France for the first time. Odd that it would be so cold the next time I was there, also in September. What wonderful trips they were. My kids were so glad to see me both times when I returned.
It was a humid day in May when our blended family moved to our new house. An older house acutally, but new to us. A house with room for all of us and our kids and one that we picked out together. We needed a bigger house. One that was our own.
It was a cold, rainy day in December when we buried my father-in-law and an unseasonably warm, sunny day in February when we buried my brother. Both were unexpected. Both are greatly missed.
It was February the last time I visited my college alma mater. It was cold, but somehow I didn't seem to care. I still feel at home there, though it has changed so much since I left.
Today I helped six people prepape for their day - my husband, my four kids, and my nephew - he spent the night with us last night. As they left, I kissed them each good-bye. It is very warm today. It is August.
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