I think of you and feel you closer when I smell Mrs. Meyer's Lavendar hand soap. It is a smell of my last days with you....my last days of innocence....my last days of untainted love. It comforts me to smell it....it is not just any lavendar, it must be Mrs. Meyers. Then are times it is too painful to smell, because with that one breath I feel a wave of all that is missing. You, our family, your Papi, the love....you.
Happy Birthday Natalia! Thank you for all the butterflies yesterday :)
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