My husband has a funny way of showing love to me and that's through kisses. Not just the ordinary kind, but kisses at any time, for any reason, even for no reason at all. In fact, if kisses could be stored somewhere, I’m sure he would keep his in a can, shake it every morning, and smile at the sound of love inside.
One evening, after teasing me with yet another quick kiss on my cheek, I said to him, “Honestly, if you had a can full of kisses, it would have been empty by now.”
He laughed, pulled me closer, and said,
“Then I’ll just keep refilling it. You’re the only one I want to spend my kisses on and nomatter how many i give, it never ran out".
Those words really got me. I stuck tighter and we kissed some more.
