The good news? Last night I laid my head down on my pillow and I couldn't help but notice how much it smelled like my Mema's perfume...something I haven't smelled in years since she passed away. It brought back the best memories of spending time with her, sitting next to her in church, or letting her rock me in her creaking rocking chair while she sang "bye baby buntin. "
The bad news? I was in a hotel.