smells.

My sweet sister sent us a package yesterday, full of the kids’ drawings, notes, and new shirts for each of us!  I’m sporting my new shirt today and love it.  The kids do, too: I got the universal sign for “pretty” this morning when I came out. Which, I’ll note, the universal sign for pretty is a little seductive, which you particularly notice when a child does it to you.

But really, what I love about the shirt: the smell. Smells can take you to place from so long ago or so far away. And this shirt smells just like my sister. Like her house. Like her kids.

So I’m wearing it today and smelling it. All day.