I am usually the one who puts Maia to bed. It’s our time to read and snuggle and reconnect with one another, and even though I’m pretty sure nursing her to sleep is a no-no in terms of what I “should” be doing in order to get her to sleep through the night, well, I do it anyhow. And sleeping through the night will happen when it happens.
In any case, before I take her to bed, she must give goodnight kisses to Daddy. I always flop her over in my arms to do this so she’s hanging wildly away from me, swinging towards him with her head upside down, laughing and giggling. She doesn’t kiss him so much as he kisses her and she squeals, generally.
That is, until a few nights ago. She leaned forward to kiss him, then pulled herself up and kissed me. Then back to him, and back to me twice more, AND THEN I MELTED. It was the sweetest thing, as if she wanted to be certain that she got us both with her love.
Moments like that are the highlights of my life. I never thought that an open-mouthed, drooly, sloppy kiss from a baby would be such a wondrous thing, but it is.
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