Yesterday our grandson came to visit. He is 17 months’ worth of adorable in his little denim overalls. I was sitting on the love seat with my back braced against one arm and my feet against the other, safely blocking him in while he stood on the seat looking over the back of the couch out the window. He was laughing and pointing and waving his hands and chattering incomprehensibly about whatever he was seeing out there, and Lionheart and I were laughing at his exuberance.
Suddenly he stopped and turned toward me and began climbing up over my body. I thought he was trying to get down from the couch. Instead, he carefully leaned in and gave me a kiss on my cheek. He then climbed back to his place and resumed his ‘talking’ and waving.
It was the best first kiss I’ve ever had.