True Love

I had a flashback to a memory this morning.
Years ago when Gary was just about 1, I finished changing his diaper on the dressing table.  I sat him up, facing me and suddenly out of nowhere, his two little chubby hands reached out for my face.  Both hands on both of my cheeks, he pulled my face towards him and kissed me on the lips, as only a baby would to his mother.

It was at that moment of my life that I knew what true love was.  Innocent, real, tender, joyful.  What a surprise.  Did he do that because he felt love for me and wanted to kiss me?  Or did he do that because he saw someone else kiss me, or kiss another (on TV, in the street, etc).  I'll never know, but I remember the feeling.