how to bottle a memory

The other night, while putting Violette down for the night, i decided instead of just plopping her in her crib as usual i would sit and suck up the moment, full on Dyson style.
I smelled her, i rubbed her, i squeezed her, i kissed her, and hugged her... i may have even nibbled her just a bit on the cheek, only to remember it's supple apricot like fuzziness.  I made sure to consciously bottle that feeling and smell and store it on my spice rack of memories.  Hopefully when i want to pull it down one day 16 years from now to remind me she was once a sweet little thing it's still as fresh as the day i put it there.

after that i went in and did the same to Greyson.

there is nothing in this world as beautiful as the love and trust between a child and their mother or father.

since i would never risk waking one of my monsters here are a couple pics of them at their best:)