What is the last thing you want to smell? No, not your last meal, or last dying wish, or last words..... but the last whiff.
I love many smells, pies cooking, a fresh warm rain, but for me there is one thing. One smell that starts with a deep breath and ends all the way down at my toes.
Maybe you moms out there know what I'm talking about. Fresh out of the bath, slathered and lotioned, bundled and snuggled, tired and cuddly, curled on my lap. I'd pull them close, one by one, until I can feel their fine wispy hairs brushing against my cheeks and lips. Then I'd close my eyes and take a deep deep breath. I'd memorize that smell, that feeling, that soft smooth skin against my cheek. And that's what I'd take with me, until I see them again.
(I know you guys like pictures. Here's my twins from a while ago. I'm tearing up just looking at this picture, they grow so fast!)
For some reason this is what came to me today. I know it doesn't fit any mold, but my blog isn't about any one thing. After all, we as Mom's don't do just one thing do we? So this blog is definitely about this and that, whatever comes to mind. And I hope you'll stay along for the ride.
Oh, and one more thing. I think it would be awesome to win a Guitar Hero from the Ordinary Dad over at An Ordinary Life. I've enjoyed her blog for a while and now she's letting hubby do a giveaway. Kind of fun. Is it a much needed commodity? Ummm, no. But it sure would be fun. And I'm too tired for bathtime tonight.