As a little girl, I loved watching my mom get dressed for a fancy night out. I would sit on her bathroom counter, chatting away as she applied her makeup, chose her jewelry, and slipped on her dress. As a finishing touch, she would always spritz on her favorite perfume.  Once dressed, she would walk around the house, gathering her things and greeting the babysitter before kissing me goodnight for the evening. I missed her so much once she left, but I took comfort in the lingering scent ... VIEW POST