Sticky kisses

This morning before I left for work, I leaned in to say good-bye to Easton as he was sitting in his highchair eating a banana before daddy took him to grammy and grampy’s house for the day. "Give mama a kiss buddy!" I demanded as I puckered up. Two sticky little hands gripped my face and pulled me in close as my little boy opened his mouth and sucked my lips and chin (this is a kiss, I swear!). Thinking it was too cute, I asked politely for another and he happily obliged. And then, without even asking - after his kiss - my precious little boy put his sticky little hands around my neck and put his head on my shoulders to give me a big bear hug before I left.

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Be still my heart. I melted into a puddle of goo. Could I love him anymore than I already do? It would be impossible, the depth of this love is endless, infinite.

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So, here I sit, covered in dried pieces of banana, a sign of my little boy’s affection. And I smile. It’s a good day.