He 'really' cares

Labor Day weekend my mom and her husband, my sister and her husband, my aunt and her husband, and a good friend and her husband were all camping on the Sylamore River in Mountain View, AR. Earlier I had decided to ride up to visit. Tim, my husband, Kaden, my grandson, and myself headed out. We decided to go see Blanchard Springs Cavern before going to the campsite. My grandson had recently become interested in caves, and I thought this was the perfect opportunity to introduce him to a real cave. That morning we left home, and drove 2 1/2 hours straight to the cavern. We took the hour long walking tour to view and learn about the cave. After the tour of the cavern we decided to do a little fishing at Mirror Lake (located in the National Park). It was 95 degrees and sweat seemed to come from every pore of our body. We were happy to find a tree towering over the wooden pier. The shade from the tree helped a little, but it was still hot and sweaty. We fished about an hour, and didn't get single bite. Not having any luck at the fishing hole, we drove a few hundred feet to the natural spring that flows into Mirror Lake. The head of the spring was a short walking distance from the parking lot. The coolness rising from the natural spring made the walk pretty enjoyable. We spent a few minutes taking pictures of our grandson playing in the cool water, and headed back to the truck. The day was getting late, and we knew family would be gathering at the campsite. We decided to head to the campground to visit, and wait for supper. On the drive back, Tim reached behind his drivers seat and pulled out a bag. He reached into the bag, pulled out a tube of Old Spice Deodorant. He pointed it in my direction and said 'It don't matter to me, but you might consider using some of this before you get around those women at the campground'. I was caught by surprise! Was he telling me I stunk? He tried to assure me again by saying he didn't care what I smelled like, but using the deodorant might be a good thing to do. I tried to laugh his comment off, but finally took his gesture as being sincere. I took the deodorant, and applied to my armpits. I now smelled like a 'man', but at least I didn't smell like nasty armpit sweat. During the process of peri menopause, I have noticed my body odor being a little stronger than usual. I guess that day it was even stronger than I thought. My Women's Secret Deodorant had not held up. Tim, Kaden and I continued our drive back to the campground. It takes a gentleman to 'really' care, and tell you that you stink in such a kind and compassionate way. We got back to the campground, visited with the campers, and waited for supper. What a treat we had that night. The menu was a shrimp boil with all the trimmings. We ate until we about popped, and no one could smell the stink that had been radiating from my armpits a couple hours before. The Old Spice worked.

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