That moment when sleeping in a deployment ridden t-shirt is the closest you can get
to him.. and that smell (you know, the musty icky but all too familiar one) is the one you're so used to ... anything else kinda smells weird.
How you adopt (read steal) a particular shirt from him because he never wears it since he's gone so often...
When you find a t-shirt in your dogs kennel underneath his bed that no one remembers how it got there.. Bru just likes sleeping with daddy too..
Its insane how we hold so much to one very simple item, and how smelly it gets.
:)
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