Me: Mom, your dog smells like you (meaning her perfume)
My mom: Well what do I smell like?
My son: You smell good.
My mom: Like what, cookies?
My son: No. You smell like... love.
I started this blog in 2008 after the stillbirth of my daughter. Now it's not just about loss, but about life.
2 comments:
And these are the things that money can't buy! Beautiful!
sweet :)
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