The problem with being a baby is that you get kissed a lot. Sometimes I wonder if I will kiss the skin right off Baby Chickadee’s forehead with how much I kiss her. But I can’t help it. While she’s snuggled against me in the wrap her little head is right in kissing distance of my mouth.
The other day, during our big shopping trip to Target, I kissed her forehead over and over as we walked the aisles. At one point I stopped and planted another kiss on that sweet little forehead. As I looked down at her I saw that she was looking up at me, her head willingly leaned in for the kiss. She didn’t pull away, she just sat there and enjoyed her mommy’s affection.
I love that baby.