Harrison has learned how to kiss us on command--big, sloppy, opened-mouth kisses aimed in the general direction of our faces. So of course Doug and I spent the bulk of the weekend requesting kisses at a frequency normally seen only at a kissing booth. By the end, Harrison was pretty much just ignoring us or giving us a look like (sigh) "You want me to kiss you AGAIN?!?!"
But last night (yipee! the thought of it still gives me shivers!)--right before I tucked him into bed and sent him off to sleep with wishes of sweet dreams and don't let the bedbugs bite--last night, I got my first goodnight kiss ever.
Oh, golly, am I in love!
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