Two cheeks rasping down, not stubble.
Two lips smacking feathery kisses.
A touch so gentle when I'm ready to explode.
Some days he annoys the hell out of me. But there is never a day when I want him to be a day older or more grown up than he is already. I know he will just be better and better company with age but this softness is something I treasure dearly. Someday, when he watches my triplet granddaughters, he will know exactly what it is all about.