I kissed my husband this morning. Well and truly kissed him.
That might not seem like a big deal; after all, we’ve been married for years and years, I must have kissed him a thousand-thousand times by now.
But. There are have-a-good-day-honey kisses. There are bye-honey-thank-you-for-all-your-hard-work kisses. There are I’m-in-a-hurry-to-get-to-work-but-if-I-die-today-I’ll-wish-I-had-kissed-you-goodbye-so-here kisses.
And then there are kisses.
Where you feel your husband’s lips. Where you are aware of his smell and his breathing and his warmth.
And it is so lovely.
Even if it just lasts thirty seconds.
I needed that kiss this morning. So did he. I think we’ve seen each other for maybe 50 minutes total this week (maybe). And what time he won’t be working this weekend will be filled with parties and kid sports practices and kid Christmas prep.
We both needed that kiss.
Today, one week from Christmas, remember to be a couple. Remember to feed and water the relationship that, in so many ways, is the backbone of your life.
Even if it’s just for thirty seconds.