How to Preserve Smells in a Time Capsule

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On with the story about meeting the love of your life.

So, we were finally an official couple, and I had made a promise to pursue her, and only her.  We enjoyed  the next few weeks together.  Our phone conversations went from a few times a week to every night.  We talked every evening until the wee hours of the morning.  Yet, somehow, we both managed to get up the next day!  I went to work, and she went to school and work.  I don’t remember being tired.  I don’t remember struggling at work.  I remember enjoying life and soaking up a little more each day.  There were many times that the day seemed to drag on and on, waiting to talk to her again.

I couldn’t wait for the weekends.  I don’t mean like a T.G.I.F. (Thank goodness it’s Friday) kind of way, but more of an, “I can’t wait to see her” kind of way.  Fridays used to be the best day of the week for me, but they quickly became the longest day of the week for me.  I knew I wanted to spend my life with this girl, yet waiting until after work to go pick her up, and then having to drive for an hour before I could see her was excruciating!  That was the longest hour drive in history!!!

I can remember one weekend she was over, and it was relatively cold outside.  We spent most of the weekend at my place with a fire in the fireplace.  We invited a lot of friends over and played a lot of games.  Marcie apparently did not plan on it being that cold as she did not pack a sweatshirt.  Needless to say, I loaned her one of mine.  It was a green IZOD sweatshirt.  For a guy, that is really one of the best feelings . . . It shows that a girl is comfortable with you.  It also makes a guy feel like he is doing something to help her.  I believe that God hard-wired this desire into every man.

Sundays were the worst day of the week!  As afternoon would approach, so would the reality that it was time for her to be taken home.  I hated those moments.  We didn’t discuss the impending separation for the week.  We didn’t discuss how hard it was for me to drive home after dropping her off.  We both knew it was coming, but we didn’t dwell on it.  We simply tried to enjoy the time we had together.  As the weeks went on, this became harder and harder.

On Monday, I picked up the sweatshirt that Marcie had worn all weekend long to put it in the laundry, and I noticed something . . . It smelled like her.  Ahhhhh . . . The comfort this brought to me!  Suddenly I realized that I wanted to be with this girl for the rest of my life!  I realized that just the smell of her was able to put me into a much happier place.  I decided not to wash it until Friday.

If only there was a way to capture this smell forever. Oh wait, there is possibly. You can spray your grandmother’s perfume, your girlfriends perfume, or any other special smell on a piece of paper or better yet, soak it into material to last longer. Then save this smell in an air tight small container to preserve in a Wedding Time Capsule from https://www.timecapsule.com/product/milestone-collection-wedding-time-capsule/. Then years later, on your marriage anniversary open your time capsule and see if she still wears that same perfume, or reminisce about what your dating days were like. How much fun would that be?

All week, when I thought of her, I smelled that sweatshirt!  I held it.  I hugged it.  It made me feel close to her.  It made the distance between us a little smaller.  I decided that I had a yellow IZOD sweatshirt, just like my green one, and we could swap them out every weekend.  I would have one . . . she would have one.

It was a plan.

What makes you feel closer to your loved ones?  Pictures? Mementoes? Clothing?  Video?  Save some of these things in a time capsule. Check out this great article about preserving the memory of you pet at http://www.mlive.com/news/muskegon/index.ssf/2010/01/a_personal_touch_keepsakes_hon.html. What a touching story.

What smells do you wish you could preserve forever in a time capsule? Comment below.

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– Mark

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