Da Count - Unsolicited Kisses

First thing this morning I stood at the kitchen counter prepping the coffee pot with one eye open. I have no illusions about my morning appearance. I am not a vision of beauty when I first wake up. Before jumping in the shower, my hair is off in every direction, no make up on and the breath of a thousand dragons. Well just look at yourself in the mirror first thing tomorrow morning and you’ll get the picture. (Sorry, I just thought that you shouldn’t have any illusions either).
My three year old daughter, on the other hand, wakes up fresh as a daisy and even though she may only be up a few minutes it’s like she’s been up for hours. The grace of youth I guess.
Well this morning she was up standing next to me on a step stool, which is not unusual as it puts her high enough to investigate everything I’m doing and enables her offer her assistance when she deems necessary.
When she turns to me and says, “Mom.”
“Yes, babe.” I replied but she didn’t answer so I looked down at her.
She then lifted her hands to place them on my cheeks, looked me in the eye and said “You are so bootyful, Mom.” Then she pulled my face down to her to plant a sloppy kiss right on my lips.
Now granted I do have a full booty. But even with all that junk in the trunk and the myriad of other flaws that I lay claim to, how can I not feel loved?
☼Happy Spring☼