The smell is unmistakable.
It has sticking power.
To skin. To memory.
When I breathe it in my mind flashes.
My heart giggles that something like hospital grade anti-microbial soap makes me do this.
Yet, I step back in time.
To Wheelchair rides from my favorite nurse.
To luke-warm trays from the cafeteria.
To daily weigh-in's and questions like "Is it normal to gain 4 pounds a day?"
To 60 degree room temperatures and still feeling hot.
To snickering...while the nurses chased Baby B's heartbeat on the monitor.
To doctor's from France.
To bedrest and waiting.
To counting on grace to wash over us.
And today, as I prepared for yet another surgery.
I washed my hands as the mirror stared back at me.
And I inhaled.
...the sweet, sweet fragrance of walking hand and hand with the Savior.