The smoky scent of a campfire.  The scent that ushers in summer.  The scent that lingers on clothing.  The scent that reminds you of warm nights to come.

Earlier this evening, I saw my 11-year-old son Jacob’s socks sitting in a familiar place on the dining room hutch.  As tonight drew to a close and I got ready to write this evening’s post, I headed toward the hutch for a photo.  A photo of my son’s socks.  One small problem.  His socks were gone.

[If I was able to take a picture of Jacob’s socks, the photo would appear in this location.]

I’m not sure if they are on his feet.  I’m not sure if they are in the hamper.  I am however sure of two things.  One, Jacob’s socks aren’t on the hutch.  And two, they almost certainly smell a little smoky.

Bring on that smoky campfire clothing smell.  Bring on summer.  #ItIsAboutTime