Every night when I shut out the night light in Luke's room, he says, "Kiss my head mommy." So, I kiss his head. Then he says, "Kiss my (let's say) eyebrow." It is a new facial feature each time after. Sometimes ear, then "other ear." Sometimes even a foot kiss is in order. Sometimes the list is long; sometimes only the eyes and mouth are necessary. But, my goodness, if I could bottle this moment forever...this is what life is all about.
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It sure is sister. It sure is.
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