I can't believe it's almost December.
If I say that enough, do you think I'll start to believe it?
Ok, really quick. It's late and I'm exhausted. You'd think I'd learn to post during the morning when I'm home instead of waiting til I get home from work at almost midnight.
I'm grateful for sensory memories? Is that the right expression?
I was at work tonight, and some guy pulled out the Purell, to disinfect his hands with.
Ah, the scent of Purel Antibacterial handwash.
I was transported back twelve years to when Ashley was a newborn. I will always associate that smell with Ashley as an infant (we kept it on hand so people wouldn't spread their germs on our new little bundle o' joy.
When I smelled it this evening, I got all choked up.
I'm so happy that there are things like that in this world. Those scents that you associate with some special time in your life. When you smell them, you're taken back. I love it.