Throwing Kisses

Up North we are so conscious of the weather and its many changes that every variance is marked – and depending on its favorability – celebrated. Our obsessesion , I have just come to realize sometimes gets passed to our offspring unknowingly. How this happens exactly is an enigma but I am sure it has something to do with the fact that the little ones see their parents daily watching the forecasts so as to plan for the necessary toting of weather related gear anon.

Bearing all of these facts in mind, I should not have been surprised when after sitting in the backyard on a recent balmy spring afternoon my eldest looked up and said,

“Mom God just kissed me!”

I replied,

“What Honey, how do you know?”

“Through the breeze Mummy, it’s warm and came up quick like God is throwing kisses!”

Then she made a kissing motion and blew one towards me that landed directly on my cheek.

That was the best use of weather related knowledge that I had observed; for once the elements were not the enemy being planned for or rejoicingly outwitted but a loving friend throwing kisses. Perfect!!