Once upon a time a young girl went camping with her parents, and while they were camping, they journeyed to a beautiful spring with an old fashioned mill. While the girl was enjoying the sight of this mill from the shade of a giant tree, her mother suggested that it would be the perfect place to get the first kiss from that perfect "someone."
The girl tucked that information away in her heart to think about at a later time.
By and by, the girl began taking night classes at the local community college, and there she met a nice boy who, by chance, was taking some of the same classes.
They attended a school function, where they realized they each enjoyed the company of the other. They began studying together, and the boy even went to church with the girl.
Somewhere along the way, the girl shared the story about the beautiful mill, and her mother's suggestion, and the boy tucked that information away into his heart to think about at a later time, for himself.
Days grew to weeks, which became months, and the boy and girl realized that their love for each other was great enough to consider marriage.
The boy had a great adventure planned for himself and the girl he loved. He had never forgotten the story he had heard from her about the beautiful mill and her mother's suggestion.
He took her there one day. They had a picnic right under the tree near the spring, in view of the old mill. And then, with purpose and determination, he leaned in and kissed the girl he loved so much.
Many years, marriage, cats, dogs, fish, and two children later, the boy, now grown into a man, took his love back to the mill. The tree was still there. The spring was still flowing with cold, clear water. The children recognized the mill from a painting of it that hangs over their fireplace.
He kissed her once more under the shadow of the tree. And she knew her mother was still right, even after all these years.
It was still the perfect place to be kissed by that perfect someone.