For months, my wife has experienced the joys that a little kiss from little Ladybug can bring.  She’s been a bit reluctant to give her kisses to Daddy, though.  I’ve gotten a few hugs when delivering her from the evil confines of her crib, but the kisses have been sparse.

Yesterday I came home to my usual, glorious fanfare.  Butterfly trumpeted my arrival, Ladybug ran to me for attention, and Kelley sighed for a slight breath of relief.  Seeing that Butterfly was fully engaged with some toy, I swooped Ladybug up and carried her into another room for some devoted attention.  On the way down the hall, she patted my face, gave me a wry grin, and then planted the sweetest little kiss on my face.  I was ecstatic….my little girl truly loves her Daddy!

Within the next five minutes, I watched her kiss a ball, her Pooh-Bear toy, my boots, the couch cover, and even a piece of trash that she found on the floor.  Wow….isn’t it amazing that she just happens to love all that stuff, too!


*Photo provided by Flickr….She’ll probably kiss that, too.