She was beautiful. I remember thinking that as a little girl as she would get all dolled up. She would end the beauty regimen with a spritz of perfume. I would smell the scent as I rested my head on her shoulder as she would hold me in her arms, as a baby, a child, as a young woman. I loved her perfume mostly because it reminded me of her.
When she was out on a date with Dad, and I missed her I would go and smell her perfumes and play with her jewelry.
Today I was not playing, I am a woman myself now with my own makeup, perfume and pearls. But today I wore hers and it made me miss her even more. Happy Mother's Day Mom, I love you.
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