I've got company. Visit from the country where I was born and grew up. Where I haven't been for 17 years and where I probably won't travel in the future.
My parents came from extended families and were the last of 7 or 6 siblings. They also got me relatively late and so it happens that my cousins are all 20 - 25 years older than me. Your children are about my age. And gradually get their own offspring.
That's the constellation I have in the house right now - my cousin, her son, her daughter-in-law and the long-awaited twins, 3.5 years old. What we waited for them, what we trembled with every in vitro experiment. After 16 years and 21 attempts they are here! And finally I get to know her.
Two little whirlwinds, crazy, funny, loud, sweet and caustic like two little devils, just crazy in the head. They are mischievous in their eyes, constantly hatching, and nothing and nobody is safe from them. The cats have disappeared, sometimes they can see from the tree what's going on inside, but they don't want to be there. They finally got the dog tired, where we used to run with him 20 km a day and he was still full of energy. Now he just wants to be left alone. We're all broken. Tired and exhausted. Only the twins are iron and never sit still.
I'm not a person who sucks up to kids. Contrariwise, I'm strict, determined and I don't like to speak in baby's voice. But somehow, close to me, those two calm down. They look for my closeness, cuddle up to me, become quiet, fall asleep. I'm beginning to understand their gibberish and I don't need a translator anymore. When the three of us lie nestled like that, they tell me so many innocent things and I feel so warm in my heart. They smell like babies, their hair is silky, they still have baby bacon and pointed fingers and when they fall asleep with me, I sleep too. Always.
If they crawl on me and take me, their mother tries to save me. We did it again yesterday. She asked them why they hug me so oppressively, why they flatten their faces on me, if they don't want to give me air to breathe.
Then one of them simply said: "It smells so good.
The other one was sucking on my shoulder.
I don't think I've ever felt a compliment about my scent in my eyes. But yesterday I did. I held them close to me and wanted to sob with emotion.
I've been spraying Angel Muse for about 2 weeks. Not only. In the morning something else, in the afternoon Angel Muse. Very economical. This scent hangs in my hair, on my robe, my skin smells like Angel Muse through and through. And when I find the scent itself very erotic, the two little ones have noticed a very special aspect of it - it is like a caress, conveys a cosy feeling, is cuddly and spreads harmony. Normally I don't like Mugler (especially). I respected the fishing rod very much on two friends, but he always gave me a headache. But this one is different. Also room-filling, but not in an aggressive way. Also loud, but you can turn it down. Also expressive, but not selfish.
The twins, in any case, succumbed to him. They become still, lying on me, looking to squeeze their faces right against my skin. They seem to experience something with this fragrance that will shape them for their whole lives. Slowly her eyes close, the rogue in it steps back, her faces relax, her hands loosen the grip, her lips open slightly when the sleep turns her cheeks pink.
I'm fascinated every time!