I keep having these moments in my day, number crunching at my desk or running to the lunch room in between phone calls, when I turn my head and there she is...that smell that I have come to love. The baby smell that only a mom can recognize. I once had it described to me as the "smell of peace".
I have realized lately that the favorite part my work day is coming home when Scarlett is taking her afternoon nap, cracking open her door and tiptoeing to her crib. As soon as the door opens I breath in deep that sweet smell of "peace" and my heart swells with joy to know that the smell that has been creeping up on me all day is laying there in the form of my beautiful little girl.
