It’s like that new car smell, only a thousand times better.
I would hold my babies close, shut my eyes and breathe in deeply, trying to capture the smell that I knew would not last forever.
On a recent Sunday evening, I hugged my now 13 year old and breathed him in just like when he was a baby.
I say what I don’t say enough.
“You are smart.”
“You are kind.”
“You are funny.