What could be better than to smell breakfast to start your day?
Well, to taste breakfast, of course. If smelling breakfast is a goal, tasting breakfast is a hat trick. In today’s A-to-Z challenge, I’m talking B, for breakfast. It’s about the smell of breakfast on a Saturday morning. It’s the aroma of pancakes and bacon, or waffles and hash browns.
The ribbon of delicious airborne goodness that slinks to upstairs bedrooms, of rising flapjacks with just enough Mexican vanilla in them to shake you from your dreams.
I kept it tucked away for someday. It’s about a smeller in Jen’s family, a kid who takes life in through the nostrils. Elise was like this when she was young. She’d hug me tight around my belly, then look up at me, chin on my stomach, and tell me what I smelled like.
I held my breath every time.
You smell like …
… Car tires …
… Cookies …
… Outside …
… Butter …
… The zoo, daddy!”
Life smells good – usually.
It’s the smell on a boy’s clothes after a great hug from someone he loves.
It’s the wafting cloud of heaven from the barbecue pit to my nostrils on a bright Carolina October afternoon. It’s the smell of Maguiars wax like my dad always used to shine up the 1962 Buick Skylark he and I tried to restore. And what I use on my Pontiac now.
Today would have been dad’s 64th birthday.
That’s – incredible!
It’s because of him that I want to wear after shave – even the dollar-store variety. I want my girls to hug me and have it on their clothes so that when they’re in math class or in P.E. or waiting in pickup line, they’ll smell me on their shoulder.
Not the car tires or butter me, but the after-shave me. Like a dad.
It’s that pungent smell of dogwood trees in the Carolina spring air just before the pollen storm invades your entire respiratory system.
It’s barbecue sauce on your hands – kind of like heaven.
It’s a pair of shin guards or goalkeeper’s shirt pocked with mud and blood and sweat that tells you a battle ensued.
It’s a cedar branch on a fire pit.
The T-shirts and car stickers have it all wrong.
Life smells good, too.
What does life smell like, to you?