I am still lamenting the fact that I don't have a particular smell.
No certain scent that will remind my children of me long after I'm gone whenever they get a whiff of it. I don't have one favorite perfume or lotion and my body wash changes frequently.
There have been a few afternoons that Tate has fallen asleep on my mom's lap the days she watches them. After I get home I smell his hair and say, "Ahhhh, you smell like Grandma Judy".
Drue loves to wear my robe. Even though she has one of her own, she says mine makes her feel cozy. So I let her snuggle up in it from time to time. It makes no difference to her if I'm wearing it at the time or not. If I'm curled up on the couch in my robe, she will curl right up with me in it!
The other day she snuggled up real close, buried her face in my robe and inhaled deeply. "Ahhhhhh..." she breathed.
Excitedly I asked, "Does it smell like me?!"
She thought a second then said, "Not like you...it smells good!".
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