Sunday, July 24, 2011
is cuddling with a sweet smelling baby. I could sit and inhale the delightful aroma of a precious little one all day long. I may or may not be as fanatical as Peter Boyle’s character, Frank Barone on Everybody Loves Raymond when he’d say let me just smell their heads. It’s the fountain of youth. I’m sucking in that youth.
I have been known to swipe whiffs from the top of the precious little head to the tips of the wiggly little toes. Then, if I can snuggle too, I’m in baby heaven. I’m floating amongst the clouds when the baby molds its body as snuggly as my Isotoner gloves.
There is something therapeutic about sweet baby smells. They always made me happy, but I didn’t realize the medicinal value until my father passed away in August of 2003. Right after his death, I accepted an invitation to spend a few days with family in Las Vegas.
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