Are You In My Photo?

When I was little, my mother wore Joy perfume, which smelled like roses. She switched to another scent when I was older, and now my mom has been gone for several years. Yet whenever I smell Joy perfume, or even roses, I’m instantly back in my childhood. The smell of coffee takes me back to my grandmother’s house, where we woke up to the aroma of a fresh pot when we visited in the summer. What smells take you back to childhood?

The day of hearts and flowers is fast approaching, which always turns me (temporarily) into a sentimental slob. Today’s question: If you could receive a Valentine from anyone at all, living or dead, real or fictional, someone from your past or your present, or even a complete stranger to you, who would your Valentine be from?