“I want to kiss the sky!”
“Honey,” Amber paused mid-step, catching her breath. “You’re not supposed to take that song literally.”
Charles ran back from where he led the hike, humming Purple Haze as he circled his parents. Amber envied his energy.
“What does it mean then, mom?
She met her husband’s gaze. The corner of his mouth twitched into a smile. “Go on, Am, explain to our son the deep meaning behind Jimmy Hendrix’s most infamous song.”
She snorted a laugh. “Nope. You’re right Charles, It’s about kissing the sky.”
“No it’s not! You’re lying!”
Amber sighed, grabbing her husband’s hand. They broke into a run, so close to the peak of the mountain. Their sunrise hike almost complete. She used to have the same energy levels as her son and willed her legs to remember that fact.
Her husband laughed next to her, pulling away. He lifted Charles up and tucked the boy under his arm. Charles squealed in delight.
“Almost there!” Amber led the hike now, cheeks flushed. The early morning had provided enough light to let them climb up the mountainside but only now had the sun begun its rise along the horizon.
“I want to kiss the sky!” Charles repeated from his father’s hold. “I want to kiss the sky!”
The boy kicked and kicked until his father let him go. Then he rushed to the edge of the mountain, blowing kisses towards the clouds. The golden rays framed her husband and son, washing her little family in a glow.
Her husband approached, arms wrapping around her torso as he started to kiss along her neck. He whispered in her ear, “You know what I’m thinking?”
Amber shook her head.
He released her, quietly sneaking back behind Charles. He perched behind the boy and waited a moment before attacking with wet, sloppy, noises.
Charles screeched, “Dad! What are you doing?”
“Forgot the sky. Excuse me while I kiss the son!”
They both dissolved into a heap of laughter and kisses as the sun rose over a new day.