Some time last week my 2-year old was finishing his bottle for the night & we’ve finished our storytime. So we were both quiet as he’s finding his way to dreamland. I turned my back & just mimicked his sniffle — why? Because I’m insane.

After 2 sniffles, I felt my son’s hand gently tapping and caressing my back.

I’d die for this person. I’d die for his dad, too.

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