Don’t kiss the baby

 Don’t kiss the baby.

Not the cheeks.
Not the hands.
Not the forehead.

It’s flu and RSV season and tiny immune systems are still figuring out the world.

Love looks like boundaries.
Love looks like washed hands.
Love looks like admiring from a little distance.

You can cuddle.
You can hold.
You can soak them in.

Just skip the kisses for now.
We’re protecting the smallest hearts the best way we know how. 

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