Our air conditioner went out last week. It brought back memories of our first year of marriage when we could hardly afford to keep our air conditioner on during the hot summers… Or our second year of marriage when we lived in student housing where there was no A.C. Fortunately, we can now afford to cool our home but we now had to deal with a broken A.C.!
We escaped our house with the trapped, sauna-like heat in exchange for the blazing heat outside when we took our dog for a walk. That’s when I heard a beautiful sound that reminded me of my childhood–and the feeling of urgency rushing through my veins. I almost dropped the leash and darted in the street as I would have done when I was a kid–But then I remembered where I was, and who I was. I am not a 7-year old, drolling after the sound of the ice-cream man. No–I was a 23-year-old drooling after the sound of the ice cream man!
My husband didn’t let me give in to my childish desires. He instead, promised we could go to Sonic’s happy hour and get a limeade after our walk. That quenched my thirst and cooled me down for awhile. But that night when we were getting snug (but not too snug, cause it was hot!) on our couch downstairs–Where we has been sleeping the last few nights–the fan blowing in our faces to keep us somewhat cool, we couldn’t take it anymore… We decided to go out for a late night run for what else?–Ice cream.
I’m not a big ice cream eater (I know, how am I human?!). In fact, I’m really picky about the kind of ice cream I eat. If it’s in a tub, I only like a little bit of vanilla or cookie dough ice cream. So when we decided to stock up, I got boxes and boxes of fruit popsicles and drumsticks. Yum! I was also debating adding a box of those dove bars… Oooh, and the ice cream sandwitches, snickers ice cream– Choco Taco!? YUM! But I knew I couldn’t–Wouldn’t eat it all so I stopped after the fruit bars and drumsticks.As we laid on our couch that night slurping on our dessert I couldn’t help but wonder what it will be like when we have a messy mini-us joining in on our fun. Will we wake him up at night to make the emergency run for ice cream? Or will we sacrifice our cravings to leave him asleep? When will he all to too be excited to chase into a busy street after the ice cream man?
Sometimes I think I’m still a kid–How can I raise one myself? But then I think again, and realize how fun it will be to grow up together.
This post was inspired by Danielle‘s Fabulous Friday’s. “Fabulous Summer Treats.” Do you have a favorite summer treat? Did you or do your kids risk their lives chasing after the ice cream man? I’d love to know I’m not alone!
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