As a young child I distinctly recall a number a road trips, driving around town, or simply hanging out at home where I witnessed my parents smooch.
Sometimes they did it to gross the kids out, other times it was with all sincerity and we just happened to be there. I recall making fun and pretending to be grossed out with my siblings.
No matter what though, I always knew that my parents loved each other. It was comforting.
As I continued to grow I remembered thinking that I hoped I found someone that wanted to kiss me and love me too.
A couple of weeks ago, my husband returned from a nearly 7-month deployment. So this last week, my husband and I took my son and ran away on a little vacation to San Antonio, TX. While there we visited Sea World.
Sitting in the stands, waiting in anticipation of a killer whale show, our son did something unexpected and totally awesome.
He was between my husband and myself and put one arm around each of us. With a hand at the base of both of our necks, he kept pushing our faces together so my husband and I could kiss. Each time we kissed, Jacob sounded completely delighted, cheered, and laughed with joy.
Tonight, a few days later, while on a boat ride, he did the same thing.
I'm starting to see that kids need to see their parents love, to touch, and to kiss. I'm not talking about the kind of stuff that should be behind doors.
I am talking about nice kisses, hand holding, and hugs. It is comforting not only to the parents to engage in this way, but for their children to see love between parents.
Thank you Josh, for loving me like my Dad loves my Mom. I am blessed to have you. It is exactly because of who you are that I have no problem kissing you and telling this to the world.