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Nothing Smells Like Him



I woke up this morning and had the desire to go put on one of Steven's shirts for the day. Some days it just makes me feel better to wear something that belongs to him and that smells like him a little. It helps me from getting that feeling that I am actually a crazy lady who has an imaginary husband that doesn't really exist.

I can honestly say, I have never been this upset that I have the laundry done.

I have nothing of his that smells the way I want it to smell. I am not happy, but I put on one of his shirts anyways and am trying to get on with my day and not dwell on the fact that I am actually upset about not having dirty laundry.

Oh and the pillow... fail. I think I am going to have to resort to wearing his cologne. Perhaps, we have unlocked the key to surviving absence.... good old fashion insanity! :)

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  1. JinaMay 8, 2012 at 10:23 AM

    If that puts the band-aid on your heart, DO IT! You have to be able to comfort yourself to be able to comfort your girls. XOXO

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