I scream. ~ You scream. ~ We all scream for Ice Cream!~
If you’re like me the sweet sound of the ice cream truck rolling thru your neighborhood on a sunny afternoon can take your heart back to a place of peace and joy… simply knowing it’s a good day.
For me…. just a few years back when my days were sweeter too….and Dean Blixt was still this side of Heaven….. I remember a beautiful Sunday afternoon…I was home…and Dean was soon to be home from studying for his CFP exam….. and since our schedules rarely passed…with days off together….this day….would be a treat to look forward to. ~ We would have the rest of the day to enjoy….and get things done….Together!!
It was then…on this beautiful Spring day….with windows and doors wide open….. I hear the call in the distance… the call…. of the Ice Cream Truck… stopping me in my tracks… reminding me… today is a good day! I will never forget how happy I felt in that moment.
That day in time when life was sweet and simple…~ like a child choosing what Ice cream bar will best satisfy the Soul~ …before going back to a full day of play. The sweet sounds coming from an Ice Cream truck… loaded with all sorts of possibilities… makes you feel like that beautiful blue sky is the limit. ~ Since that day…now left without my Sundae choice….of my sweetest Dean….I still hear the call of the Ice Cream truck on occasion. And each time I do … it seems it’s when I’ve really been missing my days gone by.
As for now… just like the Ice cream… my own life is somehow…frozen in time…so to speak. Yet as days go by ….life goes on…. and if we don’t pay attention … in that delicate balance…. we could be left without treats…that melt before our eyes. These days….for me …..life is harder… less joyful…. at times extremely overwhelming…and so many vulnerable decisions I never ever thought I’d make alone…. catch me at every corner of life …from bill stuff, house stuff, animal stuff, work stuff, car stuff….in essence….it’s a survivor guide…. as every decision now…. is hoping and praying… I choose right. Keep up…Keep going… life moves on…and fast… ~ The Ice cream truck stops only for a brief moment…. before its endless opportunities carry on.
Meantime….Back here at home….I finally got a chance to have the house painted yesterday… this was a project on our honey do list for Dean. ~ and sad he wasnt here physically…I know his spirit was near… as I found a pink paper heart blown under a shrub in the front yard….with purple flowers… his favorite color… along with heart shaped pea in the cat box of all places… and low and behold….I even heard music to my ears in the distant.
Of course…It was the Ice Cream truck calling …. I was in the house… and as the music got louder and louder.. this time…It Stopped! ~…Right before my eyes… right in front of my house! ~ The Ice Cream stopped right in front of my house..so the painters…and even neighbors… could choose… their sweet and innocent pick of ..JOY… in the moment.
A beautiful… yet bitter~sweet moment!
*The following day…I found a piece of paint chip at my front door…it’s shaped like a heart…. and then I found another. ~ I guess Dean approves~
