french kiss

my marmie & me, taken by Suz

My mother is full blooded French and my father is full blooded Portuguese. Both cultures love to kiss. Whenever our families get together you will see us hugging and kissing as we greet one another and even more throughout the day. I had a friend that once told me she never kisses her parents on the mouth, only the cheek. She loved how close and intimate our family was when it came to showing affection. To me it was all I knew growing up around such passionate people.

If any of you gasped at the title...it is in reference to my mother being French. Don't worry...we don't use our tongues! Just a play on words, my friends.

Since my father is so dark and that is usually dominant, my sisters and I appeared darker than my mother. I have the darkest skin and eyes but both of my sister's hair are shades of brown and black. Growing up, we used to tease my beautiful mother about being adopted because she had ivory skin, red hair, freckles and green eyes and none of us looked anything like her.

What is interesting is, as my sisters and I grew older, our cheekbones came through, our faces changed a bit in shape and each of us started resembling our mom in different ways. Now when we're all together it is obvious that it was her womb where we all came from. I still look very much like a female version of my Dad when he was my age but now I also see her face in the mirror.

I am so very proud of my heritage and even more proud that we are all passionate kissers.