Dara kissing Daddy
If I am thankful for hugs, it makes sense that I also love kisses. Baby kisses are the best. When Mira was a baby, she got a terrible sore throat. I don’t remember exactly how old she was; it was summer and she was born in December, so around six months old. I took her to the doctor and they did a strep test and prescribed an antibiotic just in case. They also tested me for good measure. I told them I was not in pain and I was sure I didn’t have it.
They called the next day and told me that not only was her test positive, so was mine. They prescribed me an antibiotic as well, and to prevent us from trading the infection back and forth, I was to “avoid open-mouth kisses.” With a baby. Right. I felt like saying, “Have you ever been around an infant??” That’s the only way they know how to kiss! Wet, slobbery, germ-laden, wonderful kisses.
Still, somehow we both managed to get well.
I am also thankful for my kitty. My oldest named her Reese (as in Reese’s Pieces) due to her coloring, but we’ve never called her anything but Kitty.
It’s hard to feel stressed when you have a purring kitty in your lap. Did you know a cat’s purr ranges between 25 and 140 Hertz—the exact frequency that has been shown to shorten healing times and promotes bone growth and strength? I love it when God does things like that! Or more accurately, when we figure out He’s done something like that. And studies also show that cat owners are about 40% less likely to have a heart attack than those who don’t have cats.
My oldest says I spoil her. But there are days when it feels like she is the only one who is nice to me. So why wouldn’t I?
But seriously, who could resist that face? I think God made cats just like He made babies—big eyes, round faces, fat cheeks—to make us love them, care for them.
He did a good job, don’t you think?
*Quote from William Shakespeare, Venus and Adonis