“The sheets are clean on your bed.” That should have made me happy, but instead, I wouldn’t mind the smell of lavender on my sheets. “Thank you,” I called out just before the door closed. “I love Ashlan, Daddy,” Paisley said as she led me up to her playroom. “Yeah? More than Mrs. Tusley?” I chuckled, because my daughter had not been a fan. “Yes. For sure. Mrs. Tusley smelled like mustard and pickles. And Ashlan smells like pretty flowers, doesn’t she?” Paisley walked to the shelf and pulled down the tub of magnets before dropping to sit in front of me.
