Do you know what one of my most favorite things in the whole wide world, ever, ever, ever is? No, of course you don't.
My fondest memory is of my sons when they were little. You take two little boys and dip them in the bathtub for a while until they are pink and soft and smelling of soap. You wrap those little guys up in a big warm towel and dry them off and then here comes the best part...flannel pajamas. With their wet hair combed neatly, the flannel jammies tucked in and their cheeks still pink from the bath.
This is the best thing in the whole world. A clean, warm, cuddly, loved child.One who will be cuddled and hugged and tucked into bed with a story and a kiss goodnight.
My sons are grown (my eldest turning 27 next week) yet I can still smell and feel the way this felt. I hope they can too.What are some of your favorite things?
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