Most nights when I tuck my 4-year old, my Sether Joe, into his bottom bunk, we go through an assortment of bedtime rituals. We read, we sing, we tell stories. And then we kiss goodnight. In many different ways. Butterfly kisses. Raspberry kisses. Eskimo kisses. Europe kisses (aka double-cheek kisses). But tonight, there was a new kiss added to the kiss lineup. Helicopter kisses. I wish I could show you what this helicopter kiss looks like because he is absolutely adorable when he does it. These things? These are the reasons why I climb the stairs 37 times a night when those boys call for me. Sho do love bein’ a momma.