The first time I kissed you, I was exhausted. I was sweaty. I was in pain. You were red, and screaming, and covered in nastiness. You were wrapped in a blanket, and the nurse lifted you to my face so that I could meet you and kiss you before you had to get dried off.
We have a video of this momentous first kiss. However, it's not 'share-able' because in the background you can very nearly see my doctor and several nurses working diligently to repair the damage to my baby-delivering region. But I enjoy watching it over and over and just remembering that amazing moment. As the nurse brought you to my sweaty, tear-filled face, I kissed your forehead and said in a wobbly voice, as the nurse began to lift you away, "Oh, Zachary, I love you so much". And I do.
I have kissed you hundreds of times in the eight months since that video was taken. And each time, I drink in the scent of your baby shampoo and nuzzle my nose in your silky white-blond hair and the soft smooth skin of your neck, and I thank God that He entrusted you to us. And that He allows me to have the privelege of being your mommy each day. What a blessing you are to us, little Z! Your daddy and I are so thankful for you, and we love you so much!
This post was written for Scribbit's August contest entitled 'First Kiss'.