This morning, while doing laundry, I came across a T-shirt Sweet Boy let me borrow over Thanksgiving. I couldn't help but stop and smell it. It still smelled just like him.
Instantly, I was transported to a time where he was deployed and I went to smell his shirt, and his smell was no longer there. I could remember how heartbroken I felt. How I crumbled to the floor of my closet, wondering if I would ever know his smell again.
To me, that smell is a form of comfort, a piece of home. I can't imagine never being able to breathe him in again. To never have his arms wrapped around me so tightly that his smell is the only thing near me would be heartbreaking. I can't imagine living without him in my life.
As I stood there, in the laundry room, thousands of memories flooded my brain. He has been such a constant in my life. I am so lucky to have him home right now. I am so glad he is here for the holidays. We are beginning to create our own traditions along with making more memories.
I know one day I may gripe about all the laundry I have to do once we are married, especially after a long day of him being out in the field, but for now, I don't mind. I don't mind having a reason to be reminded why I love him so much and how wonderful it feels when he hugs me so tight.
I love catching that smell in passing. I feel the exact same way, cherish having that again!
ReplyDeleteI was crushed when all of Daniel's shirts lost their scent too. It was the worst. But, yay for getting to smell him IN PERSON! Even freaking better. lol I am so happy for you getting him home!
ReplyDeleteI remember finding my husband's shirt that still had his smell on it in the dryer. I had accidentally picked it up with the sheets and washed it - I was devastated! When I finally got to hug him for the first time in months just a few days ago, the first thing that hit me was his smell...it was him and he was back. :)
ReplyDeleteSo happy that you are together for the holidays!