A Kiss to Remember
Margaret doesn't kiss me very often. Probably because I shave so rarely. When she does kiss me, it's usually because I've asked her at least 20 times, and am holding her so that she can't get away from me.
She was pretty restless when I was putting her to sleep last night. She talked, tossed and turned, and wrestled our pillows for close to an hour before she started to wear down. It was pleasant, though. So I layed on my back and just waited. After a while, she layed on her back beside me, and was still and quiet for several minutes.
After a few minutes of quietness, she sat up. She looked at me, and pursed her lips. Then, very very slowly, she starts leaning towards me. She leaned forward and gave me a soft peck, directly on the lips. She almost always kisses me on the cheek, so this was a bit out of the blue. After her quick peck, she pulled back and looked at me for a second or two. Then she leaned in a second time, and gave me a proper kiss on the lips. Then she laid back down again.
I've been thinking about that all morning, and it makes me about as happy as I can imagine a dad has ever been.