A kiss on the head is more than what it is.
Last night I was turning off the lights, had just made Dawson a bed on the living room floor, and the conversation went like this:
Dawson: "Mom, Grandma gives me a kiss on the head so will you do what she does?"
Me: "You want a kiss on the head?"
Dawson: "Ya!"
I give him a kiss on the head with a smile: "Like that?"
Dawson: "Ya. That's what Grandma does because she's my bestest Grandma."
I gave him a kiss this morning on the head too. I told my mom what happened and she said that as a child, out of all her children (7), I was the only one who would always ask for a kiss on the head. She said that Dawson sounded like me when I was a child. :-)
As I was pondering the moment and memory, I remembered my first date with J.D. I was reminded of how I didn't want to kiss him on the first date because I actually liked J.D. and wanted to date him more. I found out later that J.D.'s thoughts were: I'm not going to kiss her because I want to date her more. SO... as we walked back to the truck after the Utes game, J.D. pulled me in for a hug and kissed my forehead. It was so sweet.
So, I loved kisses on the forehead as a child, J.D. kissed me on the forehead on our first date, and now my sweet sweet first born is asking for them. AND Dawson told me this morning that Monty likes kisses on the forehead too.
