At church on Sunday, Riley was very snugly. She’s so calm there. She seems to enjoy sitting with her family, taking in the message, enjoying the meditation, Jingle at her feet. So we were sitting there, side by side, my arm around her, and she did the “come here” gesture with her index finger. It seemed she wanted to whisper something in my ear.
I leaned in and instead of whispering, she fluttered her eyelashes on my cheek, giving me a butterfly kiss. I pulled back and looked at her, and she smiled.
She was seven the first time she gave me a kiss, unsolicited. This was my first of the butterfly variety.
I’m still celebrating.