I have always loved babies. Mom tells me the story of how, when I was twenty months old and she first brought Jeannene home, I jumped up and down, screaming, “A baby! A baby! A baby!”
And I loved her. She smelled like baby powder and clean skin. I spent as much time as I could kissing her. “Jimmy, quit kissing that baby!” was a common refrain heard around our house. When she smiled, I kissed her. When she frowned, I kissed her. When she made me mad because she filled her diaper, I kissed her hard to punish her.
And so yesterday Zach and I Skyped with my parents. I heard, “Jimmy, quit kissing that baby!” and “Jimmy, you’re leaving slobber on that boy’s head.” I just smiled. At the memory and the scent of his scalp. And I kissed him some more, for old times’ sake.