Spent most of the day away from home, in Burlington, the old home. Home then for more work and after I hit print on the last thing and send on the last thing,  and close on the last thing, there were five minutes until we had to leave for liturgy, on the way to which I write this now. More time on the computer, but this time I’m sitting next to Roby, we had a conversation about her day, she was very talkative.

After my work was done I picked her up and smelled her, she had just taken a bath and she smelled like lavender and strawberries. Which was fascinating, because this is a girl who has never once in her life been washed with soap. That’s a fact. Never washed with soap, and still she smells like strawberries most of the time. This time it was too strong to be believed, her shirt had been laundered by grandma, and that was the smell. But the fact that I wasn’t sure, now that’s a funny and beautiful thing.

I recall when I first got an iPhone I hopped in a friends car and asked to play some music on the aux. I handed them my phone, and it was accidentally already playing music. I had never listened to music through the speakers, and holding it at arms length, it sounded like it was coming from the speakers of the car itself. The magic of this device and my experience with it at that time was such that I just assumed it automatically linked to the car and started playing with no fuss whatsoever. It makes sense that it didn’t do that, but the fact that for a second I thought it might’ve been clever enough to do just that, was a testament to their design quality.

Robinia’s smell and beauty and quality and tenderness and perfection too, is why I smelled strong on her the whiff of lavender and strawberries and assumed, that’s just how good this girl smells, she’s a literal angel.

Her perfection is such that it would have surprised me not at all that she just smelled that way.

Because really, she sort of does.

Smell her head some time, you’ll see.