Precious Moments
It's bedtime on a Friday night.
As we sit in her little living room on the other end of the house
we both yawn as I read my book and she works her puzzle book.
I look over and instead of asking the usual "you ready for bed" I raise one eyebrow and say "I think I want some ice cream".
Her face lights up as she places her order
"Black Walnut please"
I hurriedly make two bowls with three scoops each and head back into her room.
She has her hot pink towel over her lap and a smile on her face.
As I hand her bowl to her she says "I'm gonna get too big for my britches eating all this ice cream" and then she digs in.
It's moments like these that I will always cherish, never forgetting how blessed I am to return the same love and kindness I've received.
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