As a small child I used to talk to my grandparents on the telephone before going to bed. Before saying good bye my grandfather would tell me he was blowing me a kiss . I remember him asking ,” Can the phone cord reach the back porch? I replied,” yes”. He said,” that is wonderful. Now go stand on the porch and tell me when you are ready!” ‘Once on the porch he would say,” okay I am blowing you a kiss let me know when you get it. ” Sometimes it would be seconds , other times minutes and sometimes I would giggle and tell him he missed me!
45 years later when I feel the wind on my face I think of someone blowing me a kiss. If I stop to pay close attention I swear I am catching some of those kisses I missed so many years ago.