I did something embarrassing but so lovely in its maternal nature last night.
Jeff was working late and I was alone with Miles for the second night in a row. It can be a very tiring experience and yet I love being the needed parent again. Miles has become very generous with the hugs lately and, when he needs comforting, I get a lot of love.
He had been wearing a cute little fleecy pull-over all afternoon while we were at the park and we had taken it off when we got home and were ready for some dinner. I had fed Miles and then put him to sleep. I was sitting alone in the kitchen when I noticed the fleece and picked it up to put it away. That's when I caught the very distinctive smell of Miles still entrapped in the fleece. I held it to my nose and breathed deep- a number of times.
I had just put him to bed and can't say that I was unhappy that he went off to sleep rather quickly. But having that baby smelling fleece near my face brought me so much joy, like I could breathe in his essence and keep him with me all the time.