Saturday, October 18, 2008
The Kissing Hand
This is Sarah, age 2. She loves cuddling and giggles just at the word, tickle.
When she struts into a room, her smile lifts up her cheeks and lights up the souls of everyone around her, especially her mommy. That's me!
I have a lot of kisses to give Sarah. Since her older 'seesta' doesn't like kisses, (more about Sienna's avoidance of kisses in previous posts) this mamma has lots of smoochies stored up and ready to give away. It brightens my day when Sarah notices I have a little lipstick on and she wants kisses on her hands. It makes me want to put lipstick on just to wait for her to ask for me to kiss her little chubby baby silk mittens!
And, in looking at this photo, I get all emotional because I realize how soft and tender her little paws are in my dry and wrinkled hand. I realize how long my journey has been and how far she has yet to come. I want to make the journey easier for her. I want her to light her own path with her smile and I don't want my kisses to wear off of her hands. Not ever.