Linden

Linden

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The Linden tree right outside my home office is in full bloom. The sweet, heady scent is one that can only be experienced…not described. It’s incredible.

When the windows are open, the breeze makes the whole house smell wonderful.

I love the name we chose for Claire, and I think it suits her well, but I have a secret. I’ve been in love with this tree since the day we moved in, and when I was pregnant with Claire, the blossoms of this magnificent tree made me want to honor her with its name. Linden could be a girl’s name. I even found it in one of those online name-database-thingies.

But, Mrs. Reality jumped in and took my hubby’s side, both of them ganging up against me.

“You can’t name our daughter after a tree,” he said.

Mrs. Reality nodded. “What he said,” she said coldly.

“Even a tree that smells so good?” I asked.

Mrs. Reality shook her head.

“Even a tree that smells so good,” he said.

Party Poopers.


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