First...

There were many firsts between us.
The first acknowledgemnet of each other's existence.
The first time we had a coffee, sharing parts of our lives, as friends.
The first walk, the first phone call, the first time we lingered longer at the bus stop, the first night long chat we had...
The first time the air between us got heavy and we sensed the change in the perspective of our relationship.
The first dinner we had celeberating our commitment to each other.
The first recognition of our inability to live without each other.
The first kiss.
The first fight we had.
The first time we dressed as the bride and groom.
The first meal I cooked.
The first weekend we enjoyed,wrapped in each other's arms, staring at the window, rain drops hitting hard.
The first party we had.
Our first child and all her firsts..
The first time we stood as proud parents, watching her hands loosen from our grasp and clasp tightly the hands of the young man she had found herself.
The first time we glanced into the eyes of our grandchild.

There are countless such firsts...each one equally significant as the ones mentioned. Each one associated with an emotion....joy, despair, restlessness, excitement, anxiety and some inexplicable.

This was the first milestone that left me emotionless....numb.

This was the first time, I couldn't hear him breathe.