she smells like spring

last night as i sang songs to baby girl, all tucked into bed with sleepy girl eyes; i brushed the tiny sweaty pieces of hair from her face and she put her arm around my neck to pull me closer. she likes me to snuggle close for our "one more last song". i hugged her close and nuzzled my face into her neck and inhaled her sweet baby girl smell, and there, nestled in the nape of her neck was the scent of fresh cut grass. and for a moment baby girl was like a warm spring day, and it was perfect.