Journaling | June 24, 2017

This has been a looooong week, so when we heard the sounds of the ice cream man for the first time in our neighborhood, I felt a familiar sense of childish joy!  Watching my babies pick out ice cream from the colorful pictures on the truck for the first time, and then scarf them down on our front porch in the evening summer heat, was absolutely blissful.

I needed this time at that exact moment, along with the double chocolate cone I picked !

Here is an image blog of our first experience with the Ice Cream Truck...