Sometimes my daughter just blows me away.
I often feel my daughter is so very self-focused, that her world is so terribly small. Then – POW – she hits me with the most thoughtful, most unexpected suggestion.
She asked me “When was Aunt J’s birthday?” “December 8, 1925” I replied.
“You know what we should do on December 8?” she continued. “We should go to Dairy Queen and eat ice cream.”
Aunt J. was the queen of all things sweet and sugary…she never met a candy or dessert she didn’t like.
My daughter went on to explain that her earliest memory of Aunt J. was a trip to Dairy Queen. She told me everything she remembered about that day…it was quite a lot. Like I said, sometimes my daughter just blows me away.
It pleases me so much that she has happy, meaningful memories packed away in her mind somewhere.
Come December 8, you’ll know where to find me – and my daughter, if she’s able to go out.