I remember as a kid exactly how my Mom always smelled. It's the one very vivid memory I have from growing up. It didn't matter if she had been outside working in the yard for four hours, she would come in, I could hug her & she would always smell the same. It was comforting. She still smells that way when I hug her.
Two nights ago, my two little beauties spent the night in the backyard with their adventurous Daddy. They made a bonfire, drank some Yoohoos & sang You Never Let Go and Big Green Tractor at the top of their lungs before we carried out all the bedding for them to cozy up in the tent. I kissed everyone goodnight & watched them walk all of 100 yards to their little get away than settled in for some
No sooner had I signed in when Ella comes busting through the door, crying.
Our conversation when like this:
"Ella, what's wrong?"
" I just want you to come out there and why do I have to sleep on the end?"
" Ella, I have to stay in here with your brother & get up to make you some yummy bacon & eggs in the morning. Daddy has some cool stories he wants to tell you! How about I get you one of my t-shirts & you can sleep with that until I see you in the morning?"
"Okay," she says as we walk to my room.
"Here, this is my favorite long sleeve shirt" . . . . . . . her hand reaches for it . . . .
"Does it smell like you . . . {my heart stands still!} . . . . yes, it does. Good night Mommy, come and check on us later."
I didn't even know I had the Mommy smell . . . . but I'm so glad that I do.
ps- Brock told me the next morning that she came back to the tent & said, "Dad, Mom gave me one of her best shirts to sleep with!"
