Caden and I have a ritual. When he awakes in the morning, I go and scoop him up out of his crib and bring him to my bed to feed him. We cuddle while he is happily slurping away, and we usually fall asleep together for another hour or so. When he is so close to me I bury my face in her hair. I inhale. Deeply.....
My son's hair smells sweet and earthy . . .like play. Or, innocence. Or, heaven.
Lord, please, don't let me ever forget that smell.
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