I don't hate Ice Cream. I like it. It's just not my go to. I'm more of a pastry and cookie girl. You know the one at parties while the cake cutting is happening with the five gallon ice cream tub out and the host ask "ice cream & cake??" and I'm like "just Cake please"
Yeah, that is so me. But there is something about summertime and ice cream cones. Sticky fingers and the smell of sunblock. All of it combined is pure nostalgia for me. I can remember sitting outside with my brothers eating Rainbow Sherbet all the time.
And now my babies, who love ice cream (thanks to their Dairy Queen loving daddy) and how they smell after eating it. They smell like summer. Pudgy sticky fingers and hair covered in it which always require a bath and not a quick baby wipe down, but I wouldn't change it. I love smelling them, watching them enjoy their treats, making memories together over such a simple thing as an ice cream cone. Though on a hot day my inner being craves a 7-11 slurpee over a cone, I will still always lean towards cone just because of what it does to my soul when we are all just stopping in the midst of the busyness to sit and enjoy one together. (plus I am out numbered three-to-one when it comes to that decision)
My older bro Chris, little bro Greg and me sitting on our front porch enjoying a Thrify's ice cream cone. This picture is missing my baby bro Josh who wasn't born yet.
(yes, I'm the only girl of four)
Do you enjoy ice cream cones on a hot summer day? Or do you prefer popsicles and slurpees?