I get a kiss every morning. With out fail.
Actually I get lots of kisses every morning because I have a family.
Each one is special and wonderful! There is nothing in the world like a kiss from my daughter-nothing. Kisses from my son are a rare treasure that I cherish! I wouldn’t mind a few more of them, but I understand the concept of ‘kissing your mom is, is-ewww’. Then there is my wake up kiss from my hubby. I always get his goodbye kiss (he leaves for work before I’m up) and it starts my day.
He starts my day “Sealed With A Kiss” and my days are almost always the best day ever! Probably because this is a wonderful way to wake up. When this is the first thing you see every morning, how could the day possibly go wrong?
(Ok, I know, not the best photo of him, but seems I can’t find a non-silly shot anywhere…really, I can’t. And, well, he IS a silly boy…)
He never misses a morning, but I do. Today I missed it, I slept right through it. Blame it on me being awake at 10:30 last night. Blame it on all the excitement of class last night. Blame it on I was tired. It doesn’t matter, I just know I missed it.
I know it happened because he was here. Really I didn’t miss anything, I just wasn’t conscious of it.