When Mister arrived, it was no different. To match his perfect little lips were perfect, round, chubby baby cheeks. No joke. Those cheeks were the roundest little cheeks you've ever seen. And their skin! How is anything that soft?
Mister has returned kisses for quite some time now. I just look at him with pursed lips, and I am rewarded with a sweet little kiss from my boy. And I just cannot get enough of it.
My sweet Bug blows kisses. She makes a kissy face, says "mwah," and sometimes puts her hand up to her mouth to send the kiss sailing over to you.
Except last night. Last night, Jeremy and I had the (lately) rare opportunity to put the kids to bed together. He was holding Bug, and she said, "Mama." I went over to her, and she wrapped her tiny little arms around Jeremy and me, grinned her breathtakingly perfect little smile, and said "Family." (Sorry, grammar police - it deserves caps.) Then, she proceeded to kiss me, at least four times. Most of the kisses were me kissing her chin, and her kissing right above my mouth, but I will take it.
I have goosebumps even now thinking about it. Something so small as a kiss, and it will fill my heart for the rest of forever - thinking about the first time my funny, sweet, kind, sunshiney little girl kissed me and really seemed to realize what she was doing and why. Thank you, God, for the gift.
