Yesterday morning as I put on my shoes, anxious to get out the door, I caught a whiff of the freshly cut daffodils Abby had procured from our yard and carefully placed in a vase on the table. The scent took me home to Virginia.
It was Spring--really Spring, not the Utah-teaser-type of Spring.
my green, wooded, blossoming backyard
matching homemade Easter dresses
shiny new black patent leather shoes
anticipation of a basket full of Peeps and chocolate eggs
Fast forward two decades.
Once again living in Virginia, Embassy Lane
constant and extreme nausea due to morning sickness with Travis
Mom and Steven at the door
bringing me a bouquet of freshly picked daffodils from their yard
that simple act meant EVERYTHING
Just a whiff brought it all back. Made me pause and smile.