A List of Smells

In no particular order, I don’t like the smell of:

  • Gardenias,
  • jasmine,
  • rubbing alcohol,
  • sweat,
  • patchouli,
  • cigarettes,
  • rose (but the tea-rose kind of rose, I like the sweet-smelling kind of rose),
  • bacon (but only in the context of not wanting my home or clothes to smell like bacon, it’s perfect-smelling while it’s cooking and being eaten),
  • musk, and
  • hospitals/nursing homes,
  • lillies

In no particular order, I do like the smell of:

  • William’s cologne on his skin,
  • Nicholas room,
  • Tobin’s skin,
  • Books/bookstores,
  • Coffee,
  • Citrus with grapefruit topping the list,
  • Soap,
  • Pumpkin pie spice (but only in the fall and winter),
  • Baking (anything),
  • Pencils,
  • Crayons,
  • Apples,
  • Nicholas’ and Tobin’s heads when the sun has warmed their hair

 

 

Thankful for Boys

I thought I would have daughters. All of my cousins have daughters, and while I have one brother, the people in my family just seem to have girls. I had no scientific reason for thinking I’d have daughters, I just assumed I would. I’ve been naming future daughters in my head since I was in junior high school. It’s probably better I didn’t have daughters as “Sterling Penny” and “America Freedom” aren’t as pretty as I once thought they were.

I have boys. Two beautiful, snuggly, smart, hysterical boys. I am thankful every day for those two precious beings, and I thank God every day that he gave them to me. I play with their sweet toes and smell their little heads and try to freeze the moment in my mind so that I can continue to be thankful for them when they are stinky teenagers who don’t want to be snuggled. I am so thankful for my boys.