When I was in the second grade, I asked my parents why they never kissed, especially before my dad went off to work. At that age, I thought all husbands should have a normal routine of kissing their wives at least once a day.
Apparently, my mother got a tickle from my question so she placed the idea on the dinner table next to the Beef Stroganoff. My father, being a man of no bedside manner at home, had no comment. But the next day, before he left to make his evening rounds, my mom escorted him to the front door. I was left perched on top of the stairs, peering through the balustrade, and witnessed what I believed was their sixth kiss of all time! They seemed awkward: trying to figure out who should lean forward, who should tilt their head a bit left or right.
Of course their routine lasted less than a week, which if I had known what foreshadowing meant in the second grade, it would have spared me a handful of revisiting-your-childhood sessions in therapy.
Fast forward to present day relationship with my partner, Craig. And I was wondering? Do we have a routine? Is it bad to have one? Should we have a routine and then mix it up with spontaneous kisses–yes, yes! I like this.
There are soooo many types of kisses, but my ultimate real-life favorite kisses I like to give and receive include:
- the 3-seconds kiss planted softly at the top of the forehead
- The Anticipator (consists of a double kiss) one full on the lips and a softer one off centered and lingering
- 0h, and I absolutely adore the one second kisses in the middle of the night when he thinks I’m asleep. He’ll kiss me on the my check, after brushing my hair away from my face, accompanied with a whisper, “I love you so much.”
Routine can end up meaning nothing. I don’t think one can have/give too many kisses… your favourites are pretty much mine too. I like the one on the nape of my neck in the morning.
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Ooh, that’s a good one! Thanks so much!
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