Only my baby

I love the smell of Graysen in the middle of the night. While I hold her close she rubs her hand through her hair then reaches for my face. Her hand smells like a mixture of baby soap from her nightly bath and sweet smelling sweat from her hair. It's a wonderful mixture that only a mom could cherish. I inhale as deep as I can and try to lock it away in my memory. I hope that I can recall that smell even when I am old and gray.