Every night at dinner Little Darth stands up in his booster and reaches his chubby little arms around my neck. “Tisses Mama” he murmurs…and proceeds to kiss my face multiple times.
Every night at dinner I recognize this as his “stalling technique”…and after a few kisses I gently sit him back in his booster. “Thank you sweetie. Mama loves kisses but it’s time to eat now. No more kisses. Mama wants to eat. Time for Little Darth to eat too.”
Tonight dinner waited. Tonight I took those sweet chubby arms and little wet “tisses”. All of them.
And returned them with sweet sorrow in honor of the mommies and daddies who couldn’t.