This morning I was standing in the closet trying to decide what to wear to Church (skirt with big red flowers? purple linen shirt? black dress?) After trying everything on and deciding on the black dress (with my favorite turquoise necklace) I spotted Nathan's suit.
His black, pin-stripe church suit, hanging there between his green flightsuit and a pair of tan corduroy pants. For a second I thought I should take that to the cleaners.
I reached to pull out the jacket that Nathan wore to church each and every week and I found the most delicious surprise.
It smells just like him!
Clean and yummy.
A little like cologne and a little like his motorcycle (with just one car and Nathan attending early Sunday meetings, he was stuck riding his motorcycle to church each week. In his suit. Often in the rain.)
I think I'll wait a while before I have that dry cleaned.