“Mama, why can’t we see kisses?”
“I don’t know, what should they look like?”
It was just an elevator ride. A stolen moment. A stolen kiss–several actually. Stand-up cuddles between picking her up, racing the streets, and dropping her at rehearsal. I couldn’t resist. Her toothless smile so sweet!
There was victory in arriving with time to spare, and a long road of rehearsal, traffic, the evening’s activities ahead.
Needed a moment
And when I kissed her, she burst with wonder. Sweetness! Dreamy-curiosity. I wanted to catch it–the moment & the dream therein.
Why can’t you see kisses?
I’ve given it thought, now:
Because our eyes aren’t wide enough to see love.
You have to feel it!