Fresh. That’s what I think when I smell the air outside my country home. Fresh with a tinge of spring. Whether it’s the rain that washes away all the dirty, grungy leftovers of a snowy winter or the sunshine that peeks its way through the clouds overhead, the air smells fresh.
But that’s not the only thought that crosses my mind when I think about something fresh. And I have been thinking this week about the weekly photo challenge theme – fresh – in between blowing my nose and medicating a sore throat…who gets a cold at the onset of spring?
Even with slightly congested sinuses I can smell the essence of fresh. And I savor that fragrance each time I can nestle and cuddle and rock my newborn grandchild.
Freshness envelopes a house when there is a new baby in its midst. It’s in the scent of that downy little head. It’s in the odor of her sweet milky breath just after her mama nurses her. And it’s in her soft kissable fingers and toes.
And the laundry. Those tiny sleepers and booties and blankets and bath towels. They all exude the smell of fresh. The whiff of Dreft baby detergent perfumes each bit of cloth that swaddles that adorable little baby girl. It’s an aroma I had almost forgotten but now cherish once again.
Welcoming a grandchild is like gathering a bouquet of freshness. And I love it but more than that, my heart swells with fresh, new love for her and thankfulness for the blessing our adorable Emma Grace is to our family.
“I love these little people; and it is not a slight thing when they, who are so fresh from God, love us.” ~ Charles Dickens