When we moved from Nashville to Indy, we had approximately one week to find a house. Well, one week unless we wanted to move in with my parents while we leisurely searched for a home. We opted for the one week, take-no-prisoners, find-a-house-or-else plan.
When I looked at over 50 houses in a span of 3 days and I tried to narrow it down to a reasonable number, I resorted to some rather unreasonable methods to weed out the choices. One of these tactics was the Lilac vs. Non-Lilac Determining Factor. If House A and House B were equally the same in regards to features and amenities, but House A had a lilac bush? House A stays, House B was off the list. I am every realtor's worst nightmare.
And so within the span of a week we chose a house. And of course, the house had a lilac bush. Other than my baby's heads, there is no smell that is closer to heaven for me than the smell of lilac blossoms. For the span of about 3 weeks in late April/early May, I am in lilac heaven. I can't resist the urge to stick my head into the bush and snort lilacs. Is there a 12-Step group for that?
Around the days when the very first lilac blooms appeared, the newest member of our family appeared as well. My niece Danielle, who had been on bed rest in the hospital for 3 1/2 weeks, gave birth to a son. Samuel arrived on Good Friday, at 27 weeks, weighing 2 lbs, 4 oz. He is doing well, but he has a long road ahead of him. Danielle was able to go home a few days ago, for the first time in a month. Her family is so happy to have her home, but they anxiously await the day when they call all be home together.
In this season of blossoming and growth, I know they would appreciate your thoughts and prayers that Samuel continues to blossom and grow in good health.