A short little post dedicated to a warm weather phenomenon. Given that the temperatures in my part of the world have dropped from the 100s and 90s to the 70s and 60s this September, I don't imagine we'll be seeing him again until next year.
I'm talking about the ice cream man.
When we last heard the tell-tale melody announcing his arrival, the boys sprung up and out the door. Slim did an amusing little dance on our lawn; he wanted to be sure he caught the driver's attention!
I remember when my Dad and I chased down the ice cream man for several blocks when I was around Slim's age. Did we get into the car? I'm not certain, but even 20-odd years later, a warm, fuzzy, loving feeling surrounds that particular memory. One thing my parents taught me is that life is better when you have a good time - and bring others along for the ride!
The memories enhance this experience with my own children.
Getting an ice cream sandwich for the last time this season was the simplest of things. But sometimes it feels
good to show love simply.
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