When I was putting TJ down for bed a few nights ago, we laced our
fingers (which we’ve been liking to do more and more) and just held each
other’s hand. My face was nussled up next to his while we rocked slowly in the
dark room with just the street lights hitting the closed blinds. After a little
bit, TJ took his other hand and placed it on our clasped hands and started
patting them. It was such a sweet and tender moment. I love him so much and
have grown to love him more than I could ever imagine. My love will only
increase.
Cute. :)
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