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Our Love Story: The Power of a Kiss
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When I met David Farris I was twenty one. It was the summer of the Gastown riots and Love-ins in Stanley Park… A time of upheaval in Vancouver and also in our relationship. We fell in love. But then one day he said he was going to get a part for his much loved motorbike. He called me three days later from Thunder Bay Ontario, to say he’d found the part! (He had a dry sense of humor.) He continued on to Montreal and spent the next five years living a Peter Pan lifestyle designing and flying enormous kites. When the 1976 Olympics came along he got a contract to fly those kites down Sherbrooke Street and fill the Biosphere, a geodesic dome, with them. So when the dome burnt down all his
hopes went up in flames and he came back!
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David and his beloved Motorbike
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Davids extraordinary kites
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David and his coat tails getting ready for take off
He expected to take up with me where we left off, but I now had a growing business and had replaced him. It took another six years of chaos and heartache for me to realize he was the one and I accepted his sixth proposal. We had a fairytale wedding and were settling into marital harmony, when the first Valentine’s Day came along. I was quite shocked when he came home with nothing! He said, “It’s a Hallmark holiday…Everyday I show you I love you.” I wasn’t buying it. I locked myself in the bathroom and cried my eyes out. He almost kicked the door down so I decided to forgive him. We were a passionate pair, but we had to learn each other’s love language! After that, flowers came on Valentine’s and a beautifully cooked dinner almost every night. He got to ride his motorbike with the wind and come home the happiest of men to make me the happiest of women.
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I also convinced him to kiss in public, after a month in Italy. As Hafiz says: One regret that I am determined not to have when I am lying on my death bed is that we did not kiss enough.
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So on Valentine’s and on every other day too,
kiss a lot, kiss often, kiss enough
‘for your one wild and precious life.’
-Mary Oliver