Friday after school we all felt the weight of the week. Jordan limped in the back door and said he was taking a nap, Kevin pulled out his book, Jack cuddled Kira for a movie and babysitting money, and I stretched out on the sofa to read but dozed off in minutes. Once we all revived and Daddy arrived home we perked up and felt more like ourselves.
Kira was straddling my lap on the sofa but flirting outrageously with her daddy. She leaned way over and puckered up for a kiss, which he lunged toward without hesitation. When the other boys who were feeding themselves in the kitchen (again) sensed with their boy radar that kisses were being distributed, they crowded around her. “Can I have one?” “I want one!” “Can you give me a kiss?”
And she did. She tipped her chin up, closed her eyes and puckered up to receive a kiss, though she didn’t actually make her own kiss sound, but she gets credit because she is only one and a half. The boys leaned way over to get their sugar from their sister, pushing each other out of the way, and eager to be next. But then they got greedy and asked for another one. She turned her head away and giggled. She held her ground and let them know, “you can only have one, be thankful for that.”
I stole a look at her daddy while the boys were gobbling up her kisses, and he was glowing. There’s something this little girl does to him that turns him into pudding that she can either swim in or eat with a spoon. It’s not the same thing between her and I. But I remember those days when my little toddler boys wanted to protect their mama with a ferocity of a lion and there I too turned to goo. As wife, I watch the changes in Craig that she makes in him, the softness, the puddling of affection, the adoration, and I think, “she’s worth it.” (because she makes me work hard too.)