Just a typical after school Playdate with some
Chillin' (are we actually going to have a brown eyed girl?)
Love that Bean came up with this game himself.
And one of our end of evening rituals.
When Handy Man and I were in Ohio a million years ago in June, we went into a Victorian shop in a big, old, beautiful Victorian home. It smelled so lovely. The source of the smell was a french milled powder accompanied by these luscious powder puffs. I know smells are great at prompting memories. Anytime I smell an old building where coal heat has been used, it instantly takes me back to my Papaw's. Due to it being French, it is now the special Paris Powder. Bean and Bugg spend the night after Playdate and our last activity before heading to bed is being swirled with the puff and a prayer/blessing/wish
Powder powder everywhere
Give those frightening dreams a scare
Send them oh so far from here
invite one’s sweet and full of cheer
To wrap me up and round me creep
In peaceful, gentle sleep so deep
And in such rest i’m sure to find
God is watching all the time.
Of course, my hope is that powder, or that soft, sweet smell, will remind them of all our good times.