Saturday, November 13, 2010

In Vogue


The open-mouth, slobber-dripping-down-my-face, sucking-on-every-piece-of-me-she-can-reach kind of kisses.  That's love - from her for giving them, and from me for receiving them.

They're back, and I adore them.

I laughed and laughed tonight as I was sitting in the rocking chair attempting her bedtime routine.  Instead of cuddling and getting sleepy, she was sending me into hysterics with a funny, shaky, rocking dance that included tons of sloppy kisses. 

I sure do love that baby. 

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