Fifteen years ago now I was going through a difficult divorce (as if there is any other kind). I had a baby son and toddler daughter. Amid the suffering, something miraculous happened. I began to give my son his evening bottle and rock him to sleep.
I think it was the smell of his innocence that changed me. That and the feeling of his soft cheek in the crook of my neck. I inhaled as deeply as I possibly could, and held him tight, well past the point he had fallen asleep.
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