My Dad loves homemade ice cream. In fact, he can never have just one bowl.
Recently he decided that life is like a bowl of homemade ice cream. You get down to the last three bites and you realize that you want more. My Dad's illness makes him realize that he would like more life. It is so hard to know that we could be getting down to the last few bites with Dad.
Last week, Jayden and I were sitting at the kitchen table, eating ice cream.
"Mommy. Ice Cream. More. More Ice Cream. Please"
"Yeah buddy. Me too. Me too."
Home Sweet Home! by The Pioneer Woman
4 years ago
3 comments:
Me three. More ice cream, please.
I'm so sorry Juls, I didn't know your dad was sick. I'm sending your family lots of prayers for ice cream.
hey jules...you..know..i completely understand..and as i read your blog..i couldn't help but think of all of us at Uncle Johnny's house, for Gramma Browning's bday..and they made home-made ice cream. and we sang and danced for her..LOL..and right now..i have to say...it'd be nice to have more ice cream...for all of us...
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