A mommy moment. . .

July 19, 2009 at 1:08 am (cheesy sentimentalities, pieces of me)

“The only thing worth stealing is a kiss from a sleeping child.”

-Joe Houldsworth

I love the way my daughter’s room smells when I sneak in for a midnight check. . .

I’m not talking about baby powder. . .or poopie diapers, or that sippy cup of milk that disappeared into her toybox last week. It’s a warm smell . . . an indefinable scent that reminds me of snuggling, downy velour blankets, and threadbare stuffed elephants. It’s a calming and comforting all-is-right-with-the-world smell, like summer days spent picking clover flowers in the backyard, picnics, bubble baths, and story time. Soft skin, piggy toes, and bear hugs. . .Its all of these things, yet none of them alone.

It’s just the smell of my baby, sleeping softly in her crib. I love her. . .

Puff at 6 months of age

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