Where is my baby?

Soaking Up Sun
Originally uploaded by Temmerling.
A few days ago I was sitting in our living room, holding Julia as she was sleeping. I leaned down and nuzzled her with my nose, taking a deep breath of her sweet baby scent and... it wasn't there!

I smelled sweat, salt, sun, grass, SPF 50. I smelled a kid who had played hard all day outside and had come inside only to collapse. I smelled a KID.

Not my baby. Gone was the smell of milk and spit-up and that sweet, musky scent that rises of a baby's skin that I think must be the way the breeze is scented in heaven. And I realized that it's been a while since she smelled that way. As long, perhaps, as she's been finished wearing a daily bib.

Right at that moment I wished that I could freeze time. Because right now my baby's not gone. But the future is coming. She's growing up. It's right there under my nose.

Posted by Trista @ 3:09 PM

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Oh dear Trista, get use to it, in no time Julia will be a year old!! but she will always be your baby :-)

Posted by Blogger Sublime @ 6:24 PM #

I'm sure it's bittersweet to watch her grow. Even though her baby scent is no longer lingering, think of all the wonderful things you have to experience ahead of you!

Posted by Blogger Mandy @ 9:56 PM #

Yep, before you know it, she'll be a toddler.

Posted by Anonymous Anonymous @ 11:36 AM #

what a darling picture!

my baby is 28 years old and I still miss the baby scent.

Posted by Blogger Unacknowledged Genius @ 8:36 PM #

This post hit me in the gut...that smell...swear to gawd if tehy could bottle it....Anne

Posted by Blogger crazymumma @ 7:24 PM #
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