Smells Like Home

We moved my mom back down here from Tennessee/ Georgia (whatever you want to call it, it's right on the boarder) over the weekend and she brought a table that used to belong to my grandmother. I can't imagine it SMELLING but when I walked in the door tonite it smelt like my Grandmother's house(her name was Mamaw and she went to Heaven 3 years ago) I think God put that smell here, because it was comforting and I liked it. It's cool my children will smell it too. My house smelling like a Grandma's isn't so bad...I expect I'll be one someday. I wish I could describe it for you -maybe a mix of coffee, old home, country cooking and love.
Yes, love does have a smell and it comes in different forms... We all have things that give us the warm fuzzies when we smell them. Perfume, a roast cooking, cinnamon from Christmas...
For Bartholomeu it's eggs. He knows I love him when I fix him eggs...
... and I feel loved by him when he has gas sitting next to me at Mamaw's table with a straight face...