snuggling beside a jammied toddler
at 'night-nights' yesterday.
Reid began to chat.
"Mommy, I ran out of kisses."
I practically make a part-time job out of kissing this cherub.
(I want him to feel as loved as he is.)
(I absolutely can't stop.)
"Well, then I better give you some more. I want you to have enough."
"Now I have enough, Mommy. Wove you. Night niiiiiiiiiiiiight."
His little velvety hand grabbed mine as our eyes met.
"Love you too, little one. Sleep tight."
"I better give you some kisses too, Mommy. So you have enough."
His puffy lips (my family trait) lightly danced across my face.
Softly padding out of his room,
my heart flew
and my soul expanded.
We both have enough.
Our kiss quotient is in surplus.