I was making coffee this evening, had my pumpkin candle burning, warm socks on and at the end of the cup of coffee brewing a smell wafted from the machine and I was instantly back in our rental home during the first year of our marriage. We had a cappuccino machine that we used nightly to make coffee concoctions topped with whipped cream and cocoa powder. We would sit on the couch while the children played in their rooms and there was so much promise and hope for our future. Things turned out so differently and as quickly as started to smile, I was sad.
Smells always seem to take me back.....
My grandmother's perfume, watching her put on her bright red lipstick before she and my grandfather treated us to dinner
The smell of a turkey cooking as I woke up on Thanksgiving to see my grandfather basting it in the kitchen
Coconut lime verbena lotion that my best friend gave me at my 30th birthday surprise party. Such a blessed time, but such a hard time. I can not smell it without becoming overwhelmed, not being able to breath because of the postpartum depression I was spiraling into quickly
Victoria Secret's Love Spell sends me back to my wedding day and honeymoon. What a magical time and fairy tale day. Any time I want to feel beautiful I just spritz some on and am transported to our friends' backyard standing before my groom vowing my love to him and then to our cabin in western MD enjoying the first days of being husband and wife
Baby lotion and his first bath, fumbling as a new mother with the help of my sister, wondering how in the world I will be able to raise this baby into a man
My husband's cologne as he finishes dressing for work or another special event, looking so handsome reminding me again and again why I fell in love with him
