Thursday, June 25, 2009

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One year for Christmas Joe gave me a box of perfumes that he went to great lengths and traveled all over the state for. This always seemed a little weird to me because, well, generally speaking I don't wear perfume. I liked it just the same, and appreciated his effort. When he gave the box to me I took one of the little bottles out as the first one to use and it's been on my desk for probably 4 years. It's still almost full. The other day I was sitting at my desk and I picked up the bottle, held it in my hand as I remembered when he gave it to me. For the first time I looked closely at the tiny letters that formed the name of the scent. It is:

"heavenly".
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4 comments:

Anonymous said...

i love it...hugs to you...there will always be "something" right at your fingertips to remind you...his "presence" will always be near you.
-Patti

Anonymous said...

goosebumps

Heather said...

whoa.

Steph said...

He probably had no idea of the magnitude of his gift back when he was gathering those items up. He just knew it was something important that he wanted and needed to do. And he did it. Alot of people don't follow through with the thoughts/ideas/impulses that flow through them...he did...how wonderful...and what a precious gift.