Everything was just right.
We woke up this morning to rumbling thunder. Soon after the rain torrents began. Not just a gradual storm, but water dumping from the sky, like a little kid trying to water a flower bed. Sudden and too much. My bedroom window was open because I love being swaddled by my warm thick blankets and be able to smell the freshness of the night air at the same time. Both kids climbed into our bed and all thoughts of sleep vanished from my mind. But who wants to sleep on a morning like this anyway?
I got up, got everyone dressed and then we had the party.
It was cold enough in the house that the heater could be turned on.
For the first time this year!
So we had a heater party.
We gathered around the hearter in Faye's room, giggled and drank hot cocoa. Keith put his nose down in the stream of hot air and smiled.
“It smells good, Mommy!”
And it did. The hot sweet smell of comfort and love. That is what I associate with the heater smell. It is good that it has a smell. The swamp cooler (who even has one of those anymore?) also evokes good feelings. Popsicles, bike rides, and sunburns. I feel slightly sad my kids will never know my favorite smell of summer (aside from fresh cut grass). But that is a topic for another conversation.