I hear him before I see him, making his slightly snuffly way up the stairs.
His little fuzzy head appears: "Hey Mom."
I greet him and he walks over to me, face upturned and says "Eeess Mom." His way of saying he wants to give me a kiss.
I bend and he plants a sweet little boy kiss on my lips.
"I love you, Bud."
"Yeah," he agrees, and goes on his way.