I open my front door, stick my head out, and inhale a deep breath. It’s there. That fragrance. That first slight smell of spring. It’s coming although it certainly is taking its good old time.
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
©2015 mamasemptynest.wordpress.com
As I read your post, I could actually smell those scents! I’ve been lucky enough to be able to spend one whole day a week with my new granddaughter (my son and DIL live in another city) and I find that even when she’s not in my arms (which, of course, she IS when I’m there 🙂 ) I can smell her ‘baby fresh scent’. It’s the smell of hope and promise and eternal love.
LikeLike
Loved reading your “fresh” post and know you are loving life so very much right now. Ah, I do remember Dreft! Always loved that scent! Hugs!
LikeLike
Beautiful! I love her name too…you are going to find that your “senses” have been renewed in oh so many ways. Seeing and “smelling” life through the eyes of a grandchild, changes everything, and it’s wonderful! 🙂 Enjoy, and I hope you feel better soon!
LikeLike
Thanks so much, Becky! I hope I’m as great a grandmother as you are to your little ones. Your joy in them shows so clearly in your photos and words about them!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ahh…you are so kind. I know you will do an amazing job! 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Aw….Dreft! Sigh…. one of my favorite quotes.
I know you are so enjoying that little one. Two of my school classmates have become first-time grandmothers in just the past couple of weeks.
LikeLike
I know, Dreft! The smell is awesome. I’m happy for your friends too. 🙂
LikeLike
You said it so well. CAN’T WAIT!!! 5 more weeks. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
I am SO excited for you! You will text me, right? 🙂
LikeLike
Such a reFRESHing post! Beautiful and ‘brave’ words, my friend. I love you! xo I think we need to see a picture of Emma Grace in a big basket of fresh daffodils!
LikeLiked by 1 person
I love you too, my friend! I cherish your encouragement. A photo of the baby in daffodils would be awesome….if we just had some daffodils! Nothing yet, not even crocus breaking through.
LikeLike