Just after nap today, Annabella came down stairs looking all bleary eyed and fuzzy. She actually slept at nap time, which is rare these days.
I asked her if she wanted a snuggle and she came over and puckered up. “No, not a kiss or even a hug, I asked if you would like a snuggle.”
So she pulled herself in real close and I buried my face in her neck and I was dumb struck. “Andrew, smell her neck, right here.”
She loved this attention and quickly ran over to her dad. He took a big, deep whiff of her thin little neck. Head tilted to the side, her bobbed hair dangling akimbo. Andrew looked nostalgic a moment, then he announced, “She smells like the hospital.”
Not exactly, but right where I was going. You see, our girl has been boycotting the bathtub in favor of enjoying her space and her things, video games and other such things. Not that I’ve ever been one to bathe her every day anyway. But I digress…
Her little unwashed neck and hair smell just, JUST, well, exactly the way she used to smell when she was too new to be washed very often.
And given the volume of people I’ve been talking to lately about her birth, her time in the hospital, or even just how very fortunate we all are to be where we are in our lives right now…
Well, it was really amazingly sweet. As that is the closest I’ll ever get to having a new baby of mine again.
Jul
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