My dearest essential oils,

Oh how I love thee, my sweet (sometimes spicy) essential oils. It’s hard to believe we’ve only been together for three short years. You are the peanut butter to my jelly. The Kleenex to my boogers. Whether my nose is runny, my vacuum is stinky, or my muscles are achey, I know I can always count on you to come through for me. Remember that one time I put lavender on my tongue and almost died from the taste of what can only be described as licking a dumpster? Our trust was shaken, and it was touch and go there for awhile. But I knew I could never leave you. My heart is forever bound to your magical ability to make my garbage disposal smell like an orchard of oranges on fridge-cleaning day. Basically, you da real MVP, essential oils.

Love your guts,
Elizabeth