Good Times

I was driving through Deptford and an aroma grabbed my attention. No, it was not the former pig farms. It was the aroma of baseball clay and dirt mixed with the beautiful scent of freshly mowed grass. Wow, I love that smell. I love the aroma of marsh on one of the back roads to the shore. I love the smell of fire burning in a fire place. What about a steak on the grill? Someone needs to make a candle smell like that. Chrissie fills her nose with the freshly bathed children. What is your favorite smell? Cookies. Father's cologne. Wife's perfume. This may not resonate with you, but my strongest scent is my sense of smell. What these trigger in me, simply, is to slow down and not to take any moment for granted. Think about it what do these aromas provide - we slow our pace; we say to someone else, "do you smell that?" Then we remember. Whether it was your first baseball game, or your first catch with your dad, uncle, or simply a friend. Whether it was your first summer vacation, or first date, or the fact that we are headed for vacation. Whether it was roasting marshmallows for s'mores, camping, or throwing another log on the fire. So the dirt mixed with clay with freshly mowed grass - makes me slow down and think about good times. Good times that happened, that are happening, and will happen. Laughter, legacy, and lessons. Good times. Good times. May you fill your nose with those pleasing smells that cause to slow down and live right in the moment.