OLIVIA

Liv, the other day I was really tired. I was worn out and you were up at a grotesque time of the day.

You were hungry and it was 3 a.m. I get it. When I was a kid I would eat something amazing, like Taco Bell or leftovers, at 3 a.m. too.

I was exhausted and not in the best mood. Your mom had just finished bottle feeding, and passed you off for a diaper change. It’s a dirty job.

As I scooped you up the green pacifier fell out of your mouth, and I tucked your head into my shoulder to carry you off.

You must have thought my face was your missing little binkie because you gave daddy a little kiss in the cheek. POP!!! SMOOCH!! I went absolutely still.

I was the happiest person on Earth.

I didn’t care that it was 3 a.m. and I didn’t have a bean burrito to snack. I didn’t care that I was tired. I didn’t care I had a job to do.

All that mattered was that my baby girl gave her daddy a little kiss. I love you too.