G was eating cereal and didn’t come bounding up as usual. I went through my litany of instructions and reminders to my kids and husband, got a fe
w more hugs from my darling daughter, and turned to leave. G snuck up on me at the last minute, carrying his bowl and grinning. As he leaned up to kiss me, his bowl tilted, spilling his dry cereal on the floor (it was still there when I got home – surprise!) 
I hugged him and turned to leave, crunching the fallen cereal. He shouted, “Wait! Wait! C’mere!” I leaned down for another kiss. Instead he grabbed my face with his sticky-icky free hand, turned my head to the side, smooching me on the cheek, then turned it and smooched my other cheek. The result was a super sticky mess of my carefully (rarely) made up face – sweet gooey-ness pulling at my skin and dripping down my cheeks.
w more hugs from my darling daughter, and turned to leave. G snuck up on me at the last minute, carrying his bowl and grinning. As he leaned up to kiss me, his bowl tilted, spilling his dry cereal on the floor (it was still there when I got home – surprise!) I hugged him and turned to leave, crunching the fallen cereal. He shouted, “Wait! Wait! C’mere!” I leaned down for another kiss. Instead he grabbed my face with his sticky-icky free hand, turned my head to the side, smooching me on the cheek, then turned it and smooched my other cheek. The result was a super sticky mess of my carefully (rarely) made up face – sweet gooey-ness pulling at my skin and dripping down my cheeks. So worth it!
When my older two children were toddlers, I made up “Smooches Gracias” for smooches from my little Hispanic miracle babies. Today’s sweet kiss was a “Muchas Smooches Gracias!”
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