The air smells like lilacs... sweet perfume. I can't get enough. I bring them inside by the armful, and arrange them in vases... lilacs are everywhere... we are breathing lilac air. I remember going to my grandparents home as a child in the spring. Grandpa Alvin would always cut me a big bunch of lilacs to take home...lavender and white and plum colored... more than I could hold.
There are moments when I don't know if my heart can contain all this love... love for my son and my husband, love for my grandfather, the beauty of family, the fragrance of spring. It's more than I can hold.
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