Hope is the thing with feathers...

I found this "Hope" candle in an area of shops called "Underground Atlanta" on one of my first dates with my then-boyfriend/now-husband. He noticed me admiring the candle (it was the very last one) and bought it for me because that's just what men who are falling in love do. On the bottom of it, "hazelnut" was written. "Hmmm," I remember saying. "Hope smells like hazelnuts." Then he took me to Johnny Rockets for a milkshake and french fries and gave me nickels for the table-top jukebox. I think I played "Runaround Sue" and "Runaway." I had just read The Rules, and I was still trying to give off an air of unattainability.

That was one of the single most romantic days of my life.