It's of new skin and baby sweat. It's sweet and spicy and buttery and breastmilky and so absolutely delicious and addictive that I find myself burying my nose in his neck and head countless times a day.
Time is running out, and I know that soon that smell will be gone for good.
There will be a time when my big, stinky teenagers will seem like they never could have been so small and sweet-smelling.
So I just want a bottle, a small one, with a tiny cork, that I can open and sniff 12 years from now.
But there's just no way to bottle it. So I'll have to get my fill while I can.