My parents were lucky enough married for 59 years (and two days). For as long as I can remember, whenever they parted, even for a little while, Dad always gave Mom three little kisses. Always.
When I was a kid, I thought it was silly.
When I was a teen, I thought it was grody.
When I was an adult, I thought it was sweet.
This past summer, when Mom was convalescing in a rehab facility, Dad visited her a couple of times a day (at least) and, every time he left - three pecks.
When I saw that, I realized it was pure love.
Everyone should be so lucky as to have someone in their life who gives them three pecks.