This picture feels like a great representation of my life these days. My boys, they are a changin’. In the past if I came in for a kiss, I would have immediately gotten one back. (Haters gonna hate – so if you’re one who doesn’t think adults should kiss their growing kids – go on then. This one isn’t for you.) I’ll be chasing mine, trying to get one more kiss, until the day I die.
These are just awkward years.
These are the years they’re trying to figure it all out. Surprisingly, it’s not only awkward for them. It’s awkward for me too. We’ve always been thick as thieves. We played in the mud. We wrestled in the floor. We played dodgeball. We explored the forest. No matter how “rugged” our activities, we’ve always hugged, and often kissed, as we parted ways.
But sometimes lately, I feel a little bit like a …