"While I’m getting ready for work in the mornings, Helen takes a bath beside me in bubbles up to her neck, splashing her mermaid toys through the foam. When she’s done she climbs up to my perfume cabinet always looking for the same square glass bottle and asks if I will spray her one time with it, and I oblige. After her pancakes and berries at breakfast, and a bottle for Mae, we’re out the door and getting our goodbye kisses on the porch. Her little arms cling around me so tight and I bury my face into her neck and breathe her in. Wild berries and bubble bath, and the tiniest bit of jasmine: that’s what will always remind me of my oldest baby." - Erin
