Cody’s at work and I keep smelling his scent. Not like stinky body odor just that combination of shampoo, deoderant, and something else, something sweet that all combine to smell like my husband. I kept wondering what was going on then realized the shirt he wore yesterday is on the back of my chair. Something kind of comforting about that.

I know that when my mom and dad were trying to conceive me - they’d been trying for years but had a few miscarriages - Dad would come home during lunch. With a hyperactive seven year old and a heavy phone company executive job they didn’t have a lot of time for each other. Mom would always really miss him on the days she was ironing his shirts - because the steam would bring out his smell even after they’d been washed. So dad would ask her in the morning if she was going to be doing any ironing that day as a sort of *winkwink* thing.

Cute story. I think some people would get creeped out hearing that kind of thing about their parents but I think it’s sweet. As far as I know they’re still pretty sexually active and that’s really fucking cool - hope we’re that happy in our sixties. That story makes Mom sound like Donna Reed though which is hilarious because I think she was in grad school at the time getting her master’s in math.