‘Tis the season for remembering and appreciating the good in place of dwelling on the bad. With that in mind, I have a quick story.
One day, I was feeling a little tired and under the weather. I was home with the kids while Meg was out shopping, just kinda curled up on the couch with my arm hanging out over the armrest.
Shannon, our youngest, walks up to where my arm was hanging with a big smile on her face. I thought she was going after my coffee mug which was on the table beyond my dangling extremity, so I half-heartedly lifted it to block her from getting it. Instead, she leans over and plants a little kiss on my hand and runs away. Kids can melt your heart.
In the spirit of the holiday, next time she pokes me in the eye, gets gunk all over my glasses, head-butts my nose, takes everything out of the cupboard and places it on the floor, hides my keys, or head-butts my testicles, I will do my best to remember that little kiss and decide to keep her around for a little longer.