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Last week, after a long hot day of visiting extended family (his), with a long drive ahead of him and wanting more than anything to get off the road and into bed, D surprised me by pulling into a roadside ice cream stand. Earlier in the day I had idly mentioned that sometime this summer we should get ourselves a big ole drippy cone. I thought we deserved a treat, one of these days.
And he wanted to be sure I got my treat, even if it meant a longer drive home.
I got a big soft-serve cone, chocolate with jimmies? chocolate sprinkles? jim-jams! and a fit of giggles. He got a milkshake and a blizzard of giggling kisses.