I like to kiss my son. And of course, by the above photo, you can tell that he likes it.
But seriously…I like to kiss my son. There are so many spots on a baby that are just so cute and precious and kissable. His cheeks, his ears, his chin, his forehead, the top of his head. In fact, a few weeks ago, I’d kiss his nose and then he’d smile. I got him to do it about 5 times in a row. But of course, when I went to show Sarah, he didn’t do it. I guess it’s just a father/son thing.
I think this is all part of why parents say that they love this stage…and that this stage goes by so quickly. How long will I be able to just stare at him on the changing table and kiss him? How long before his daddy’s kisses get just a bit too much…?
At any rate – it’s a pretty special thing that I love to share with him right now. One of my closest friends growing up had a very close relationship with his father, and always had to say “I love you” and give his dad a kiss whenever we were heading out somewhere together and leaving his house. I remember, as a middle schooler, thinking, “Huh – that’s kind of weird.” But now I think that’s a wonderful expression of a maturing love between a father and a son…and I hope that Caleb and I might be able to share a similar ritual.
But until then…and while he still has no choice in the matter…I’ll just keep kissing him.