Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow

 

Over the last few weeks Grayson has developed a new goodbye routine. Whenever I drop him off at school or tuck him in at night he wants a hug, a kiss and a fist bump (in that order). 

If I ever forget and walk away after just a hug he runs after me yelling, "I need a kiss!" Then we kiss and he says, "I need a bump."

Of course, this is a goodbye routine that I hope becomes a lifelong tradition, but realistically I realize this is probably not going to be cool when he gets older. So for now I'm enjoying every sweet goodbye.