In which I have

In which I have a religious moment

My husband is more religious than I am. In fact, he once made a pilgrimmage, to determine if he had a calling to the priesthood. There is a story that is well known in Italy that, if you are in favor with the Blessed Mother, she may give you a sign, and you would know it by the scent of roses. There are many stories of people smelling roses and learning something powerful about their life. My husband has had this happen to him - in fact, the strongest time was in Italy, when he got off the train. No one else smelled it but him. It really made an impression on him.

He bought me a rosary made from crushed rose petals, and brought it home to me. The scent was overwhelming, and I asked him to put it away - I didn't want it. He did, and let me know that he was disappointed that I didn't care for his gift.

A few days later, I vacuumed the living room. All of a sudden, I was overwhelmed by this POWERFUL odor of roses. "Oh, my God! I must be having a visitation! But I'm just vacuuming! I can't believe it!" I went running upstairs to tell my husband, and to try to ascertain just exactly why the Blessed Mother would be visiting a housewife cleaning, and how I was going to handle this. He looked at me as if I was nuts, and asked me to go back downstairs and show him what happened. He listened to me, saw what I had been doing, and reached over to the top of the TV, above my head. He pulled out......

The rose scented rosary. No visitations, just me and the Hoover.