The first time is always sweet. Things may be repeated over and over again, but they are always made sweeter by the memory of that first time.

There was that first glance when our eyes met with desire. The first time we held hands my heart nearly jumped out of my chest. Our first date; our first kiss; and the first time we made love. Those memories are seared in my mind.

Over time it was our first car, our first house, and our first time living together. There was our first time making up after a spat; our first mortgage. Our first set of holidays together, and our first child.

Each of these experiences repeated over time, but each recurrence was firmly supported by that first time.

Then suddenly a first time came along that I wanted no part of: my first time without you. My first time trying unsuccessfully to revive you. - My first time kissing your cold cheek. - My first time telling your mother you were gone. - And my first time consoling your children on losing their mother. - You were dead.

Too many bad first times. I didn’t want any more. I became so hurt by these terrible first times that I considered joining you. But then you stopped me by reminding me of our good first times.

How vivid I can see that first glance! I can feel your hand in mine as I remember your warm touch. And our first date. - That kiss! The first time your body was next to mine.

Help me dear, as I face more new first experiences. I am having trouble with my first holidays without you. - Our first anniversary apart. - The first Mother’s Day without you. - The first New Year I am entering alone. - My first truly broken heart.

I need you. Visit me tonight in my dreams. Shine to me through the morning sunlight. Transport my mind to happier times. Hold me across dimensions as we reach to each other in this extraordinary way – this first time.