A few days ago I distinctly remember giving Noah a kiss on his forehead. He was sitting next to his dad and I leaned over the couch and gave them both a kiss on the forehead. He stopped what he was doing, looked at me and said "thanks Mom". My heart grew one size larger. I wonder how long it will be before those kisses are met with rolled eyes, grunts and complaints but as a wise friend said, "no point worrying about what ifs... lock that door and don't open it."
So instead, I'm going to move forward with the assumption that he will always welcome and thank me for those kisses. I am blessed.
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