I found a box when I was cleaning out the cabinets. A pink box with a round lid. I had forgotten I had it. I opened the lid and a rush of memories flooded over me as the scent hit my nose.
Days spent at Grandma's in dress up clothes, putting on our "makeup."
Sneaking off the the bathroom, the one room in the house with a lock, to paint my fingernails with the forbidden bright pink nail polish.
Taking that soft puff out of the box just to feel it on my face.
Snuggling up into my Grandma's lap and smelling the musky white rain on her neck.
I am so grateful for the decision that I made the day we cleaned out Grandma's house to take that box. It had been a hard day, loading those memories into the DI truck or the dumpster, deciding who got to keep which ones. It was kind of an after thought, that little pink box. But for that moment, sitting on my bathroom floor, feeling warm and safe like I had growing up being loved by my Grandma, it was more than worth it.