A few weeks after Carpenter died, Liv and I headed out for the mall in search of some hand soaps. Bath and Body Works was having a sale, and I figured it was a safe trip for our first outing post-loss without daddy. While there, I remembered in college having a pillow spray that was just heaven, so I checked the aromatherapy side. Anyway, I apparently hate lavender now, and ended up leaving with this orange-ginger body wash called "Energy."
I don't want to get into an advertisement for this soap, but I have become obsessed with it. Honestly, when I first used it, I felt alive. Now I need to smell ginger all the time. I use this soap and lotion. I cook with ginger (Ginger Walnut Salmon, anyone?). I even made agua fresca de lima with a bunch of ginger ground into it. Fabulous.
I can't explain it. I've never cared about ginger before. But now, when I smell that tart, citrusy scent, I think of my little Carpenter in such a lively, positive way. He really does give his mommy energy.
Finding energy wherever I can...this is my grief.
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