I dropped Ezra off at swim camp this morning.
And I had to ask him if I could have a hug and a kiss goodbye.
And he hesitated.
I got my hug and my kiss, but oh!
He's been promising me a tea party since Wednesday, and then every night at dinner he comes up with a reason why the tea party needs to be rescheduled. He's just very busy, okay?
When he kisses me at home, he tries to kiss like they kiss "in the movies": He mashes his mouth on mine and sort of turns his head back and forth. He'll grab my face and look at me sweetly, with those deep brown eyes and impossibly long eyelashes. He tells me I'm his most beautiful mom.
And then he tells me about his most beautiful girlfriend, the little girl next door.
I'd beg him to slow down, but I know there's no point.
Instead I'll just hope that we find time for that tea party.