My earliest memory of Mom was her scent. Whenever she leaned over to pick-me up, I was bathed in jasmine, her favorite perfume.
Today, my Mom lives on the other side of the world and we don't see each other often. But the heady evening scent of the jasmine vine, climbing up my courtyard wall, keeps her close to my heart...
For that special bond we share, this is dedicated to all the mothers and daughters out there:
Martina McBride - In My Daughter's Eyes (LIVE)