Valentines Day is one of Bud's favorite days of the year; he calls it "Love Day." On Tuesday, after about a week of struggling with dysregulation during classroom transitions, Bud had a fabulous day at school. He was overflowing with warm feelings and, in the spirit of the holiday, spent his day kissing his teacher and classroom aide. Luckily, with only one exception - when he was moved by the spirit while the aide was standing next to his chair and he leaned over and gave her a big smooch on the thigh - his kisses were apparently appropriate and well-received. Much to my delight, his kissing fest has continued at home and I have been the lucky recipient of pecks and smacks and big sloppy expressions of affection.
He's reluctant to let Love Day end, and has been faithfully carrying around the small foam heart that Mrs. H gave him as he's tried to keep the feeling alive. He's also been wearing the adorable red beret we gave him instead of candy for Valentines Day. (He'd spied it - and coveted it - in a store before Christmas, so I'd returned to the store, bought the hat, and squirreled it away so well that I couldn't find it in time for December 25. Enter the Valentines Day present.) He looks dashing, and is so pleased with himself that he's even been wearing the beret to bed.
It makes sense, though. After all, French is the language of love, c'est pas?