my dad and i were nose-kissers.  ever since i can remember, he would give me eskimo kisses; it was our thing.  on my wedding day, he gave me away with an eskimo kiss.  on his final day, i said goodbye with an eskimo kiss.  every night of the turkey’s life, i’ve put him to bed with a kiss on the forehead from grampy and an eskimo kiss from momma.  today, i gave him a nose kiss while we were out and about and he leaned into me and rubbed his nose around.  it was the first reciprocated eskimo kiss of the next generation!