But Dan told me, just casually over breakfast, that when Elliott was born, he had made a point of breathing in his son's newborn breath. That Elliott, brand new, to him was the epitome of perfection. He'd never eaten or drunk anything and was taking his very first breaths of worldly air. My husband wanted to smell that newness, in those first few precious moments of his life.
And I'm not sure why, but this really moved me! I would never have thought of doing such a thing, and I am a million times more sentimental than my husband. Or am I?
When has your man ever knocked your socks off with a rare display of sentimentality?
And I'm not sure why, but this really moved me! I would never have thought of doing such a thing, and I am a million times more sentimental than my husband. Or am I?
When has your man ever knocked your socks off with a rare display of sentimentality?