Noah has started giving kisses.

I was regaled with my first one Sunday afternoon as he and I were lying on the floor, playing. He was on his tummy, and I was on my back with my face under his.

And suddenly, he grabbed a fistful of my hair in one hand, my chin in the other, and planted one on me.

It was slobbery. Open-mouthed. Accented with little scrapes of new baby teeth. Accompanied by a funny baby humming noise.

It was fabulous. I couldn't have loved it more.