blue fish, red fish?

truthfully, i've avoided writing this post all day.
day three requires me to write about my first love.

i'm hesitant because love is such a vague word.

according to wikipedia, love is defined as

an emotion of strong affection and person attachment.

it is also a virtue representing all human kindness, compassion, and affection. 

so what is love?

we love food, we love our families.

we have a special love with our mothers,

but being daddy's little girl is an incredibly special bond.

the love you'll have for your child, whether it's your first, or your last.

or what about your 2nd grade crush?

your first boyfriend in 6th grade.

(naturally he asked you out by a note)

your first kiss?

or the love you have for your husband as you are kneeling across the alter.

i've had all those loves, well except for the child birthing.

(oh and the husband part)

so what was my first love?

when i was a sophomore in high school, i thought i was in love.

maybe i was, but i'm over it now.

but when i was in 6th grade, WOAH!

Taylor Stika and Weston Meacham were the loves of my life.

so were they my first?

in conclusion, i've decided every love i have, whether it's my cafe rio salad,

or laughing hysterically with my family..

it's all love,

and it's all a first.