Kiss Me, I'm Old

Yesterday I was driving around town behind this Jeep.  When we stopped at a stoplight I saw the driver (a man), turn to the passenger (a women), whip off his sunglasses, and start kissing her.

I chuckled a little to myself and reminisced about when I was unwed and my boyfriend and I at whatever time would engage in such activities.  We were so twitter-pated that we couldn't bear to not be kissing at any moment that kissing while stopped at a stoplight was a thing.

Lewis as my boyfriend was no exception.  Man oh man, we loved the kissing.  When I think about that time in my life it seems so... so...

Exhausting.

How did we do it?  Don't get me wrong, I love me some kissing, especially when it comes to Lewis, but how on earth did we do it?  Lewis and I dated for nine months before we got married.  Nine months!  If you've ever been pregnant, you know that that is a long time.  And I know that we kissed lots throughout that time.  How did we kiss so frequently for such a long period of time?  Do people who date even longer than nine months kiss like that the whole time?  How do they not drop dead?

I hope it works out for that couple.  I really do.  And I hope that four years from now they will see a couple in a car in front of them kissing at a stop light and I hope they feel the same wave of nostalgia and exhaustion that I did yesterday.  Bless them.  Bless all the single college kids and teenagers who are so thrilled about their relationship status that stoplight kissing is simply a given.  Bless their precious little hearts.