Gestures of Love

My darling toddler runs down the hallway, eyes alight, cheeks grinning.  I hold out my arms as she approaches, ready to swing her into my lap and hug her with delight.  But just as I'm about to pull her to me, she grabs my bare arm, wipes her disgusting snot coated nose up and down several times leaving a long booger-trail from wrist to elbow, and gallops away back to her playtime.  Yes, I am "Mommy," the living handkerchief.