Flashback

I love how a sound, a taste, or a smell can instantly transport you somewhere else.  When I hear a certain Enya song I am in the Colorado Rockies, because I listened to it the first time I went skiing there.  When I smell the perfume Escape, I think of my friend Heather.

This past week I bought a new detergent.  When I pulled the first load from the dryer I was at my grandma's house.  I don't know if it is the detergent she used, but it smells like her laundry, like her kitchen (which is where her washing machine was) when she did laundry.  I smiled and couldn't stop smelling my laundry.  I washed everything that day.  That night when I went to bed, my sheets (freshly washed) took me back to spending the night at her house.  I was a little girl again, wrapped in my grandma's love.  This week I have constantly been smelling my fresh laundry just to be transported back to when she was here, making fried chicken, telling the same story over and over and just to remember her face a little more clearly this week.  I don't think I will change my detergent again.  So, if you see me sniffing my shirt or burying my nose in a load of laundry (which is kinda weird I admit), you know I am thinking of my grandma and thanking God for a very precious gift to me of memories.