The Rest of the Story on Scents...

For nearly a month, there's been an intention to blog... but as my Irish grandmother used to say, "Good intentions pave the road to h@##..." (She only started using that kind of language in her 90's -- but she was 4'11" of spitfire and quirky humor all her days.) Bottom line, intentions don't cut it. But there is another chapter to be told about the Scents & Sensibility post. And even thirty days or more after the fact, it is a sweet tale.

My DH (not to be confused with my dear DMH and my dear GDH) was touched by the Scents blog. In fact, he wanted me to send it somewhere -- he thought it should have a wider readership and he thought the message was important. Well, dear readers, if I can not get my act together to post a holiday blog, or a Christmas blog, or a New Year's list of resolutions, the chances of my chasing down publishing venues are slim.

Still, he really, really liked the post. So underneath the tree on Christmas morning, was a beautifully wrapped package -- all red and gold -- topped by a thick card. Upon my turn, I opened it (we may be lapsed Presbyterians, but we still do things in order--even on Christmas morning!). Inside the card was a copy of my blog and a message about how he had looked high and low for a perfume called 'Integrity' or 'Honesty' or 'Kindness' but couldn't find one. He wrote that he wanted to give me a perfume which reflected what he saw in my character. There were two he debated over -- one called 'Amazing Grace' and another called 'Beautiful'. In the red and gold box was a gift set of lotion, cologne and perfume. It is Beautiful to think that after many years of marriage your best friend can still look at you and see something of beauty. The discerning heart that sees what is important and the eager hunter that always finds just the perfect, reflective gift are two of the many reasons why I love my Dear Husband.

If there were a scent named for him it would be called The Best.