Butterfly kisses on his damp cheeks. A long, rough day for my 9-year old.
A punch from a camp-mate.
Too much sun.
Too much fun.
Too much of everything today.
He fought my hugs, wanting to fight the world. A bed time book, a long, long prayer and lots of hugs brings him to sleep's door.
Little flutters of oma's eyelashes on his baby skin. Butterfly kisses.
"Is that what butterflies do when they get married?"
I chuckled and said, "I don't know. "
He ponders, "They don't have weddings because they're just insects."
Then concludes, "They just mate - like snakes."
I hope I'll remember this night. These moments...these moments? They're what make up our life.
Good night, sweet one.