He leaned over and kissed her on the mouth, pulling away with a pop and a laugh, a sly remark. She swatted at him and told him to stop, but I could see she was pleased. Her cheeks were pink, and she was smiling so big her eyes were squinting.
She playfully pushed him away and went back to being my mother.
I sat at the kitchen table and observed what true love looks like: the little moments in between life.
I’m very thankful to have parents who have loved each other for 29 years.