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Wet, messy kisses, bestowed with love.

by Wench in Six-Word Memoirs on Nov 28, 2012 | add favorite | T-shirt

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Wench says,

I am now convinced that I have never loved anything as much as his fat little face pressed up against my cheek, wet, slobbery mouth and tongue getting slime everywhere. These are kisses, and he gives them because he loves us and because he's learning so quickly what things are and mean. He knows that kisses mean love. This is the best.

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