I love the smell of my hair right after I blow dry it. It reminds me of my mom. I have fond memories of watching her blow dry her hair. Then of course she would point the blow dryer in my face and I would run away laughing hysterically. Maybe the smell of her hair sticks in my mind so much because she always made us give her head scratches. I hated it then but now I think that sounds pretty relaxing!
I love you mom. Have a good Thanksgiving, we’ll be thinking of you.
Since I don’t have a picture of you on my phone and that’s where I’m writing this, here is a picture of your favorite baby grandson sporting the robe you sent him. Enjoy!