Coconut Caramel Dream.
Or something fancy like that.
That was the name of my ice cream choice on a visit with my son to officially register him for college in the fall.
It was a warm day and the ice cream was sweet and cold and refreshing.
We sat on a bench near the river, enjoying the scenery and watching people pass by.
I noticed my ice cream starting to melt down the side of the cone.
It took me back to the days when I was little, to the times when I had a cone and it would be melting down all sides and I just couldn't lick it fast enough to catch up.
I could distinctly remember the feeling of the napkin sticking to my fingers when I tried to wipe them off.
Then I was back to the days (not so very long ago) when my boys were little and their cones would start to melt on all sides.
Sometimes I'd step in and help catch the drips so it wouldn't get all over their fingers. I'd lean over and lick one side of their cone (which once in awhile led to a whole different kind of meltdown).
Funny how something so small can stick in your memory.
Sitting there on that bench, on the brink of letting my oldest go off into the real world, I was suddenly struck by a flood of memories.
Memories of the ordinary moments that these boys and I have spent together.
Scrambled eggs and bacon for breakfast, roller skating and bowling parties, trips to the bus stop in the rain, Friday night movies, dance parties in our living room, and as they got older, the sounds of laughing teenagers and the smell of midnight spaghetti.
Countless moments that didn't seem very significant at the time.
But when you stop to think about all of them they add up.
These ordinary moments make up a pretty extraordinary life.
Even the ones where the ice cream is melting.
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