Lessons in Ice Cream
September 17th, 2009
On a particularly warm summer day when I was little, my grandfather surprised me and took a detour to the local ice cream parlor. There’s really nothing better you can offer a five-year old and I promptly skipped out of the shop with a huge vanilla cone and an even bigger grin. Seconds later, after a particularly enthusiastic lick, my frozen treat was splayed across the sidewalk and I was left inconsolable.
Yesterday kind of felt like that one moment was on a repeat cycle and I just couldn’t shake the feeling. I had to remind myself that my grandfather walked me right back into the shop and got me another cone. This time, with sprinkles.
Here’s looking to a brighter day today.
*image via flickr
