Dreams and Memories

I love when wonderful memories come flooding my dreams and I feel like I have stepped back in time. This morning I had one of those. Chowhound was three years old. He crawled into bed next to me and snuggled and started talking about everything. I could smell his sweet baby smell. I could hear the innocence in his voice. It gave me the warm fuzzies. I'm trying to hang on to that feeling. I want to keep it with me all day. I miss those times.