My daughter gave me a kiss for the first time yesterday.
The three of us were playing around on the bed in her room. Eva was being her usual giggly self before bedtime. One of my favorite times of day. I suggested that she give 'Big Bear' a hug, referring to her stuffed teddy. He's about twice her size. She pounced on him, a big grin on her face, and then rolled over into my arms. Kirsten said, "Eva, can you give Daddy a kiss?" I'd been asking her for a few weeks. She put her hands on my chest, leaned in, and gave me a big, drooly kiss on the cheek.
I nearly cried with joy. Instead I burst out laughing, pulled her closer, and kissed her back. It was an incredibly tender moment that I will never forget.
I am as lucky as any father alive.