KISSES

I love baby kisses. Blane was pretty good about giving them. Tobin loves to give them. They're the best thing in the world, and one of the reasons I think people continue to have babies even when their minds are completely gone (from said babies).

Tobin gives them [lately] at least once a day it seems. He saw Kristen kiss me the other day while I was holding him (I think she kissed me because I was holding him and she didn't have to, finally that day) and he followed suit by smiling and planting a wonderful, huge, wet, drooly, open-mouthed kiss on my cheek. Then he just holds it there for a couple seconds. I love those seconds. Again, best thing in the world.

Last evening I was taking the door handle off our bedroom door (to get the lock out that Blane uses to lock us out of our room...yeah. it's funny.) and Tobin sat watching me. He tried putting one of the screws in his mouth and I told him he couldn't, "You might choke buddy. Sorry." He sat and processed it for a second. Then he sat up on his knees, getting his face right under mine, smiled a huge smile and then planted one of those giant wet kisses on my cheek. I actually got 2 in a row. Then he melted into my arms and let me hold him in a cradle position like when he was small. (He's big now, not small. Very big actually.)

I know it's not manly, or whatever, but my heart is bursting just thinking about those few moments last night. It's those little things that will stick with me forever. Thank you for your love Tobin. And your kisses. I hope you never stop giving either of them to your Mother and I. I promise I won't.