Christmas has come and gone 5 times without Amarah. Putting up the tree, of course, always tugs at my heart an awful lot. Finding ornaments she made, I find myself holding and smelling them just because I can remember her sweet little fingers holding them. Don't ask why I smell them, I know damn well there is no smell of her left. But, I can't help but hope for a simple little scent. (If you want a little chuckle at this point, I should confess, I still have her shoes.... Yup