Don't you just love the smell of rain in the spring and fall. In the spring it's great b/c it's a relief from the snow that seems neverending. In the fall it's a sweet smell that arises from the decaying leaves and plant debris that have shed to the earth's floor. A summer rain can seem pleasantly welcome, too, if there shortly follows relief from a humid eve.
I love the sound of a baby's voice. Be it a cry or uncontrollable laughter, it doesn't matter. That innocent, pure sound never gets old. Sometimes, I just sit in my bedroom and fight back the tears b/c I know that the laughter, arguing, excitement, playful banter and quiet storytelling that I overhear coming from the next room... isn't going to last forever. One day... It'll be gone. As much as I want to complain about noise (sigh), it's stability and I know it won't last forever. Just let it happen. Whence it's gone, I'll be lost wondering where I may find it again.
I love the sound of lots of feet in my home.
I love the smell of spices coming from my kitchen. It means that I've got a wonderful reward of sweets in the oven. Though, I still reserve a spot in my heart for the smell of fried onions and stewed veggies.
The kitchen is full of herbs drying for winter use.
The wood floors have been recently oiled.
The woodburner is close to being lit.
The windows are open, allowing a bit of a fall breeze inside to air out the stink of summer.
The bathroom smells of baby powder that was used after the last bath.
The babies' room smells of crayons, clean laundry and that perfume (of a vanilla scent) that ReAnna keeps spraying everytime she's in there for any period of time.
I just love it.
The smell of fresh cut grass, most people love. But I, too, love the look of it. Like when you vaccum your carpet. It just makes everything else look so much better.
I love sitting in the shade of our patio umbrella or of the maple tree that sets over the hammock.
I love the Japanese anemonie that are currently in full bloom, next to a vining rose that is of the same color, yet has just begun this year.
There are many great spectacles of beauty on this earth, but yet the view of the forest from my front door will do just fine.
Soon the apples will be ready for pickin'. I like to gather the ones that are on the southeast side of the tree b/c they have been warmed fairly well by the sun. The taste is more fully enhanced. Who doesn't find the sound of the 'pop' when you've cracked a bite of the apple comforting?
How blessed, truly, I am to have the one that I share my life with truly earn my deep respect. Though persecution stumbles us all, it's nice to have a stronger hand to lift you. No need to force myself to submit to his headship b/c he makes it so easy to love and support his decisions. All he does is a sure testament of his love for his family.
I often lose touch with these insignificant treasures. Finding the time to recollect the deeper things of home and life and love can prove to be one of my tougher battles. But, when I do... the feelings of love, comfort, endurance and appreciation for all we go through and learn from are overwhelming. If only I could always remember...
I love the sound of a baby's voice. Be it a cry or uncontrollable laughter, it doesn't matter. That innocent, pure sound never gets old. Sometimes, I just sit in my bedroom and fight back the tears b/c I know that the laughter, arguing, excitement, playful banter and quiet storytelling that I overhear coming from the next room... isn't going to last forever. One day... It'll be gone. As much as I want to complain about noise (sigh), it's stability and I know it won't last forever. Just let it happen. Whence it's gone, I'll be lost wondering where I may find it again.
I love the sound of lots of feet in my home.
I love the smell of spices coming from my kitchen. It means that I've got a wonderful reward of sweets in the oven. Though, I still reserve a spot in my heart for the smell of fried onions and stewed veggies.
The kitchen is full of herbs drying for winter use.
The wood floors have been recently oiled.
The woodburner is close to being lit.
The windows are open, allowing a bit of a fall breeze inside to air out the stink of summer.
The bathroom smells of baby powder that was used after the last bath.
The babies' room smells of crayons, clean laundry and that perfume (of a vanilla scent) that ReAnna keeps spraying everytime she's in there for any period of time.
I just love it.
The smell of fresh cut grass, most people love. But I, too, love the look of it. Like when you vaccum your carpet. It just makes everything else look so much better.
I love sitting in the shade of our patio umbrella or of the maple tree that sets over the hammock.
I love the Japanese anemonie that are currently in full bloom, next to a vining rose that is of the same color, yet has just begun this year.
There are many great spectacles of beauty on this earth, but yet the view of the forest from my front door will do just fine.
Soon the apples will be ready for pickin'. I like to gather the ones that are on the southeast side of the tree b/c they have been warmed fairly well by the sun. The taste is more fully enhanced. Who doesn't find the sound of the 'pop' when you've cracked a bite of the apple comforting?
How blessed, truly, I am to have the one that I share my life with truly earn my deep respect. Though persecution stumbles us all, it's nice to have a stronger hand to lift you. No need to force myself to submit to his headship b/c he makes it so easy to love and support his decisions. All he does is a sure testament of his love for his family.
I often lose touch with these insignificant treasures. Finding the time to recollect the deeper things of home and life and love can prove to be one of my tougher battles. But, when I do... the feelings of love, comfort, endurance and appreciation for all we go through and learn from are overwhelming. If only I could always remember...
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