My Mother's hands

I recall from childhood that my mother's hands had/have(?) a specific smell. I can't exactly describe it, but it reminds me of autumn, and I noticed last night when I got into the shower that I could smell that same scent on my hands. It made me smile and I was even tempted to cry, which just goes to show how dramatic I am haha. This is most likely the cheesiest thing I've ever said, but I think part of that spirit I have will and is helping me be a good writer. I hope I'm good at writing, at least. Speaking of which, I'm supposed to be working no my story! I have a month left, which in reality is almost no time at all for such a thing. I have to stop distracting myself.
Today was an excellent day, and with all my heart I want to hold on to that happiness. I also learned that Caroline, my really good friend from Norway is coming to visit in March!!! I'm sooooo excited to see her!! Unfortunately she's staying at Ellen's house, so they'll probably do boring things like go to the mall. I hate shopping. I'll just have to kidnap her and do actual fun things^^ Damn, I'm really pushing my luck with all this happiness. Something bad's going to happen, I just know.