Knowing where we stand

This morning in Reid’s bed:
“I love you, Reid Elizabeth.”
“I want milkies.”
“Can’t you say, ‘I love you, Mama’?”
“I love you, Mama. I love milkies.”

As we were leaving for Kindermusik, I was the buckle-fastening approved parent. At first Daddy was given a blown kiss but after we pulled out of the garage he was summoned for a kiss and hug. “A home kiss,” Reid said and kissed Daddy nicely. “A home hug,” she said next, and Daddy contorted his body so that he could get into the back seat enough for a hug. I’m not sure if that was an extra hug and kiss because Daddy had to stay home or to tide him over until we came home or something else entirely. It doesn’t matter. Reid’s hugs and kisses are sweet for any reason.

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