It Was There All Along

How my nose gave me just what I needed.

Early one morning last week, I was sitting at the kitchen table with hands wrapped around a hot mug of coffee my husband had lovingly prepared for me. We have breakfast together every day and have done so for more than 25 years. A hot cup of coffee is always part of the ritual.

That morning he was in the process of making some oatmeal for us, and I was j…