Tell it like it is

I wrote a heartfelt letter to my son and daughter-in-law when they first told me they were expecting. I told them exactly what to expect: to take leave of their senses, their five senses. How many moms out there remember sneaking an extra jar of Blueberry Buckle or Apple Cobbler into the grocery cart (for yourself)? How many would agree that the smells stay with you no matter how old they get: the nape of your baby's neck, the sweaty tennis shoes? When a newborn arrives, our five senses change. We see only beauty in the wrinkled cone heads, we hear our baby above all the other wails, we goo goo when he toots. We touch one another as we lie belly to belly and heart to heart.

This letter has been accepted for publication by Sasee Magazine.
None of the above is excerpted word for word, but paraphrased from the original work.