It’s a cliche, but I don’t care. One of my favorite memories will always be the way my baby’s head smells. You’d think a head would smell like oil, but somehow my baby’s head smells just perfect.
I hope I never forget her delicate mix of clean, squishiness, love, warmth, and goo-goos. No mother can describe her baby’s smell, but whatever that voodoo mixture is, it’s what gets me through teething, poor napping, and every kind of fussies. It solves every problem and soothes every ill.
I just pull my baby onto my chest, squish her close to me (gently!), and inhale a long, sweet breath. Heaven!
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