Dear Bubba

When did you stop just pursing your lips and pressing them against mine, and start puckering up?

I noticed that you did it a couple of days ago, and then tonight you made a point of asking me to come back for a real kiss and did it again.

Maybe I didn’t miss the transition, and this week is it.

Whenever it happened, I love you. And your kisses.

Your besotted mumma
xox