Every night that I say goodnight to my oldest girls (they're 5 now), I notice their deep breaths. I hadn't said anything about it to them until tonight. "H", who was holding on a little longer than usual said to me that she just likes the smell of my face, it makes her 'happy'.
I distinctly remember the smell of my Mom, that small hint of 'happy' air that would escape from between her body and her shirt when I hugged her. Even to this day I recognize that smell when we're close. They say your sense of smell is the strongest when it comes to memory recollection and I'd have to say I agree with "them" (who are these people anyway?!). That smell reminds me of good, happy moments.
I think I'll be holding on a little longer each night from now on... like I was looking for an excuse ;)