I am grateful for my perfume shelf. But before you judge, let me explain. My mother loves to give gifts. No, you don't understand. She LOVES to give gifts. This is one of the ways she shows affection and care. Giving gifts, to borrow Gary Chapman's phrase, is her love language. Now my mother loves to shop as much as the next gal, so she of course enjoys buying new things to give as gifts. But, possibly more, she enjoys giving her own things away. So much so that I must be careful when complimenting a dish in her kitchen, a necklace she's wearing, or a new set of stationary on her desk. Ask my sisters; they'll tell you the same. Well I'm not always as careful as I should be, and I complimented a new scent she was wearing a few years back. She instantly insisted that I become the new owner of her brand new Lavin Rumeur perfume. So when I look at my perfume shelf, I don't just see perfume. I think of a woman who is giving and kind. I see my mother, who is possibly the most selfless person I know. That's what I see every morning when I glance at my perfume shelf. And, for that, I'm grateful.