Baked cotton balls...

Sometimes my favorite things make me think of a combination of the best little things in the world. For example, my engagement ring, when I would look at it, would sometimes remind me of vanilla ice cream, raspberries and orchids. Sweet and simple and beautiful. Weird, yes. But I can't control it.

My daughter's smell. It's the best smell on the planet and I've been trying to devise an equivalent...I've decided she smells like cotton balls, lightly dusted with sugar that have been baked or warmed in the dryer. Her breath smells like this too, but add warm milk to the mix. Warm, clean, sweet, and it gives me a cozy feeling every time. You can sometimes find me taking big whiffs of her breath...I'm trying to get that smell ingrained in my brain forever.

Another weird thing: when she touches me with her little hand, or scratches me gently on the chest while she breastfeeds, I get tingles up my spine. It's like a fuzzy, tickley feeling that goes to my head and makes me drowsy and so happy. It's a weird thing, but I had to write it down so I do not forget it!

Love love love her. She laughed today for the first time. Smiled and made a little giggle sound at me making silly faces at her. I died.