Three Dots at the End….

I have this thing about lilacs. The smell of them triggers this vivid memory of a sunny June day in 1995 when I was in my bedroom at Dad’s house with the windows open, the lilac bush right outside, bags packed for camp and sitting on my bed with my cat, and it was this moment of perfect peace, all golden and still and possibly the happiest moment of my life for no reason but the existence of it. The smell of lilacs has always been blissful to me since then, bringing back this incredibly pure, zen moment of feeling safe and loved.

The kids and I just watched a video of Dad from last year and then Amanda looked out the window and said, “Aren’t those lilacs?” In our front yard, where we’ve lived for almost 3 years and have never had lilacs blooming on this bush. Scott says it might just be because the soil is very acidic and they haven’t had a chance to bloom before now. Alex says it’s a sign that Grandpa is looking out for us. It makes me happy to have them there.