I read once that a mother can identify her baby's clothes from other baby's clothes by smell alone. I completely believe this. Grace had a smell all her own, I have never smelled anything like her before and I don't think I ever will again. She smelled like home and love and perfect new life. It was intoxicating and I kept smelling her and kissing her trying to imprint those smell and touch memories into the deepest part of my brain. I hope that Heaven smells like her.
Today is 8 months without her... it feels like yesterday I held her and smelled her. Mommy loves you darling.