Kisses

My dad has always used the roller coaster metaphor with me to describe life. Through various events in my life we have discussed our feelings by relating them different points on a roller coaster. These first few months with Carly have been a roller coaster. We have fabulous times when we are up high and can see everything clearly and we have times where I feel like I am hanging on for dear life hoping to survive.

Today was the second highest point since she was born (that will always be the highest point to me). It all started yesterday as she and I climbed the stairs for a nap time. As we climb the stairs I tend to kiss her cheeks, telling her how much her daddy and I love her and how I/we can't wait until she wakes up from her nap to play again. (Basically trying to soothe her and avoid nap time tears.) About half way up the stairs she turned her head and started "kissing" me back (a.k.a. licking my cheek). I noted it in my head, but figured it was just an accident... my cheek randomly got in her tongue's way. However, I did come downstairs and jokingly told Dave that Carly had kissed me, and it was too bad she probably didn't even mean to do it. Then tonight while we were playing, she began to get a little tired and fussy. So I scooped her up and began kissing her little cheeks. Then it happened, she "kissed" me back. Over and over! It was great!!

This is the moment I need to cherish and remember when the terrible 2's hit. Or when she is yelling she hates me because I won't buy her some $100+ pair of jeans or let her go out with a group of friends who are no good. It was absolutely priceless and perfect!! By far the highest feeling I have felt since the first time I held her beautiful self close to my chest.



She did it so many times that Dave was actually able to get a decent picture of her doing it.