Memoir encyclopedia entries for Letter K coming right up!
Katy May, my cousin and first best friend, is a pretty amazing person. My mom and Aunt Alva were pregnant at the same time, and while I was supposed to come first, I was late and she was early. We are three days apart, something that she used against me when were younger and I now use against her. 😉 As kids, we didn’t look a thing alike. She was taller with stick-straight light brown hair and I had a mess of blonde hair that did it’s own thing. That didn’t stop our Meme from buying us matching outfits though, since we were practically cousin twins. That’s a thing right? Despite our differences, we were pretty cute though.
Katy and I grew up in cities about three hours apart, but our families got together often, so we were able to see one another. We loved playing house, and I loved going to her house for tea parties. As best cousins, we had some really great times, but we fought, too. I was pretty mean to her a few times, which I now regret. I know she forgives me, but it stinks to think I was such a turd to someone I love.
As we’ve grown into adulthood, our lives have changed. She’s a wife and mother of three, homeschooling her kids and keeping up with the day-to-day stuff you have to do as a mom. I now live halfway across the world, single, no kids. We make time together whenever I come back to Texas, and I treasure the time we get to spend together. I’m proud of the woman she’s become, and I love her so much!
I love my last name. Kesler. It’s a solid German last name, it rolls off the tongue, and it’s a much cooler name than my generic first name, Jennifer. For some reason, I’ve been known as Kesler for as long as I can remember. Some people who meet me through mutual friends think my actual name is Kesler. What’s weird is that I never introduce myself as Kesler, but somehow it just starts. Maybe it’s because the world has far too many Jennifers. Maybe it’s just that cool. Who knows? Regardless, I’m more apt to answer to it than Jennifer.
I love kids! I don’t have any of my own, but I have the most adorable niece and nephew and my cousins’ and friends’ kids are really cute and fun to be around. Plus, I have the best job ever! I get to work with kids of all ages, and I wouldn’t want it any other way. More power to ya if you can work in an office all day with adults, but I would lose my mind! Being around kids means you never have a routine day. Each day is new, exciting, and fun. Kids can make you laugh just by being themselves. I’m not sure if I’ll ever have any kids of my own, but I am 100% sure that I’ll always be surrounded by them.
First kisses fill your tummy with butterflies, excitement and nerves kicking in simultaneously. Technically, my first kiss was the summer after fifth grade on the last day of summer camp. It was the fastest kiss known to mankind, and I never spoke to him again. You can read about all the awkwardness here. My first real kiss didn’t happen until much later.
It was my junior year of high school, and I was just shy of 17 years old. We were sitting in his car in the Sonic parking lot after work one day. I really liked him, but I had been really nervous about him kissing me. I remember sharing my constant worry with my best friend, asking for advice. I’m sure she obliged, but it didn’t really help. My nerves persisted.
So there we were, sitting in his red sports car, chatting, when there was a lull in the conversation. Uh oh! This is it. I’m not ready. I watch his head tilt and slowly move toward mine. Just inches away from making contact, I put up my hand and stopped him. Ever the over-achiever, I didn’t want to do it wrong. What would he think? He’d think I was a horrible kisser, that’s what. I couldn’t bear to be labeled a bad kisser my first time outta the gate. He gave me a weird look, unsure of what to say. I blurted out, “I don’t know how to kiss. I’ve never done it before.”
Smiling a reassuring smile, he tells me it’s okay, he’ll help me. He went in for the kiss again, only this time, he coached me with tips to help me improve my technique. Thinking about it now, I’m sure I should have been embarrassed to have admitted I had never kissed anyone before, but I wasn’t. I let my vulnerability show and he was accepting. It was a great first kiss.