This right here!!👇👇

You see, this story ain’t just about the smell of a gate, it’s about a brothers love. This is one of the realest things I have ever listened to. He’s blessed to have a wife that not only understands, but encourages the good things in his life. Everyone needs this.

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I shouldn’t have been cutting up onions while watching that video

#Facts

Every time I pull in this gate, I begin to smell Nanny’s Poppy Seed kolaches, I am 6 again standing next to Nanny in her truck going to feed cows, and I hear my fathers voice in my ear as I walk and work teaching me about Life & What Matters

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I know that smell. It's nostalgia to me. When I smell it, it leaves as quick as it shows up. But I love it nevertheless

I have a tote, I never opened since 1998. It is a few of my grandmother’s belongings. One of them, her scarf she’d wrap around her head to cover her ears, while walking her gravel drive for mailbox. Tote holds her smell, I never open. I don’t want to loose her smell. 🌷

The gate! This just stirred a memory of a gate I hadn't thought of in MANY years! On the place I learned to deer hunt on Mike's uncle's farm. A rusty gate partially covered in multiflora rose that we had to go through every morning. I can smell that gate.🥰🥰🥰 Thanks Aaron!

I totally understand this. There are smells that remind me of my father. Lost him in Jan 2018 to cancer.