I love this flower.When I was going to BYU I would drive up in the hills behind the Provo Temple in the spring and cut lilac blossoms off bushes larger than my car. I would fill vases with different shades of purple. When ever I smell a lilac now I think of that time in my life, my favorite house I lived in there, with my favorite roommates. The energy that the last weeks of school bring. The memories come back to me with one little whiff.
There are other smells that I love. I love the smell of Derek. I remember our wedding day, standing so close to him posing for pictures out side the Los Angeles Temple. I get to remember that day every time I stand close and breath him in. What a wonderful day that was.
I love the smell of baby laundry. I know that it is a scent I will miss one day. Some day all our laundry will smell that same and the baby Dreft will not be needed. Cooper is already old enough for me to move on but I'm just not ready for that one. Maybe when the next jug is empty...
How about coming home from school on a rainy day, walking in the door and knowing there were cookies or popcorn and cocoa waiting for us. Cozy memories.
I wonder what scents my little boys will remember? Will it be fresh cut grass that they helped their daddy mow or the way my hair smells when I hold them tight.
I would love to fill the house with lilacs and start new memories with the sweet blooms. I did today, and I loved walking by, catching a little sniff as I cleared the breakfast dishes and when I played peek a boo with Cooper in the high chair and again when I held Corbin after stubbing is toe.
I love this flower.











