I was sitting with Jameson for a few minutes before starting the bedtime routine. He was holding my hand as we sat quietly on the couch next to each other. He put my hand to his mouth and kissed it sweetly...then left it there a moment while he breathed in slowly.
"Jameson, what are you doing?"
He smiled sweetly. "Smelling your hand. It smells like YOU."
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