Sweet. Cinnamon. Pumpkin.
These three words cause my eyes
to glaze over and my mouth begin to water, much like . . .
Pumpkin. Spice. Latte.
What is it about the scent of
pumpkin, nutmeg, cinnamon, and such that creates such a longing for cooler
weather and all the fun things that go hand in hand with it (i.e. high school
football, apple cider, warm jackets, and fleece blankets)?
We have had an extremely warm
summer here in eastern North Carolina. It’s been the kind of summer where you
feel like you are having a cold-front come in when the temperatures dip to a
mere 83 degrees. This West Virginia girl (go Mountaineers!) sometimes longs for
the milder temperatures of the north. I love cardigans. They are cozy and they
cover a multitude of “buffet” sins! J
My darling husband, the absolute
love of my life, knows that Fall is by far my favorite season. A few days ago,
while perusing the interweb, he found a “hack” where he was able to get a PSL
(pumpkin spice latte, for those who are uneducated in SBX lingo) early by using a special code, spoken to the Barista. My man shows up at my office (during a particularly difficult afternoon, I might add) with the season’s
first PSL, just for me. (He likes them OK, but he’s not nuts about them. He’s
more of a grande-brewed-with-cream-and-four-Splenda
kind of guy.)
This single act, in and of
itself, would have been enough to carry me over for several more days. But no,
a mere few days later (this past Tuesday), he shows up with yet another PSL. This man is on fire!
He dropped it off, kissed me, and headed on his merry way. MMMM. I can still
taste the wonderfulness—ahhh!
Fast forward two hours. When I arrived home, as soon
as I opened my van door, I smelled a wonderful aroma. It is a scent that I
hadn’t smelled in a good long while. When the door to the house opened, I was immediately engulfed in the
most wonderful scent that Bath & Body Works stores have ever produced.
Sweet. Cinnamon. Pumpkin.
Rewind two hours. Shortly before
my main squeeze had stopped at my local ‘Bucks for a PSL, he had dropped by our
local mall with his mom, after taking her to lunch for her 70th
birthday (See my previous post). While there, he quickly realized that my
uber-favorite fragrance was indeed back AND that there was a decently amazing
sale, currently in progress. Girls (and guys, if there happen to be any) my
husband came home with not one, but TWO Sweet Cinnamon Pumpkin Candles, the
three-wick kind, hand soap, hand sanitizer, AND Wallflower refills. YES. All of
that!
And in this seemingly small act
of kindness, I am reminded of why I love Rodney Holloman so much.
He gets me. Like no one else.
He speaks my
love language.
He knows my favorites and he strives to do everything within his
power to make my life wonderful.
And he
succeeds.
I know it’s been said before, and will be said again, but I honestly
can’t imagine my life without him. I am thankful to be his partner in this
life.
I love you Rodney. And I just
wanted you (and anyone reading this) to know!
2 comments:
Love this! You guys are an inspiration to us! We love and miss you :)
Love your post! You guys are an inspiration to Josh & I. Love and miss you!
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