I don’t know why this really moved me this morning, but it really did.  I guess I’ve always liked him.

I’m hoping we’ll catch this sometime this weekend.  You know how much I LURVE scary movies.

I still stand by it: you just can’t have that amazing first kiss ever again.   

Last night, after an extremely alert baby had FINALLY fallen asleep, we fell into bed. Actually, I fell in a bit quicker than Bryan; he took round two of “GOTOSLEEP,DAMNBABY” and while he rocked, I dozed. Remember the days when we used to go to bed together? And just lay there, without keeping one ear open for murmurs in another room?

I woke up when I heard Bryan close the door behind him. His eyes were tired. He had spit-up on his shirt. He peeled off his daily clothes while sighing, “Tell me I’m a good dad.”

I rolled over. “You’re one of the best I know,” I said, smiling.

He lay down beside me and I curled up next to him. We both smelled of soy milk, diaper powder, and exhaustion. My legs have not seen a razor in close to a week, matching his five o’clock shadow on his cheek. A soft cooing was heard on the monitor next to my bed and we both held our breath in the dark, praying that he was just singing in his sleep.

And then, softer than snow, I felt his lips on mine.

It was not the spark of a first kiss. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: you can only have that once.

If you’re lucky, you have this kiss for the rest of your life.

It’s the kiss of someone who has stood beside you in front of an altar. This kiss is formed in the sweat of a delivery room. It’s reminiscent of tons of moving boxes and that one house that will always feel like home, even if it’s long in your past. It has the bounce of laughter across a span of years, and the chills of arguments won and lost in that same span. Quite frankly, it’s the kiss of someone who knows you more deeply than you ever thought you’d allow, and it’s as cozy and warm as your favorite sweater.

First kisses are incredibly awesome, filled with promise.

These kisses fulfill the promises.