Today was not any different than any other day, when I thought of her. After a late night for myself, of not being able to sleep, as seems to be my nature, anymore. The day started late--late for us. I never thought that I would become such a late sleeper. I guess when you get old, its inevitable?? And, I never thought that both of my kids would sleep very late either. Most of the time, if we dont have to get up and be anywhere in particular, our day doesn't even begin to start, until well after 9--which believe me, is late for us!
Most mornings, I think to myself, "Good grief! I remember when I use to get up no later than 7, sometimes 7:30!" And then I will think back, "You never use to sleep this late--even at grandma's house
And then as I go about my day, it seems that something always brings her even closer to my heart and my thoughts. Sometimes its in a flower, or hearing certain birds that sing, or a song on the radio. Today, it was ice cream.
:o) Yes, I said, ice cream. I know if you are reading this, you must have a rather peculiar look on your face, eyebrows raised, thinking, "Ice cream??" Yup, ice cream. A hot fudge sundae from McDonald's--with 2 spoons. Again, I see that question of "WHY--2 spoons?"
The late start to my morning was busy as I ran errands and such that needed to be done. Tobi rarely eats breakfast--1 cup of strawberry milk suffices for her breakfast. I use to think, "Your a horrible mother. Your kid only drnks 'pink' milk for her breakfast?" Again, YUP. And then there's Colton. Sometimes he eats breakfast, sometimes he doesn't....which, being diabetic, the smart thing to do would be to EAT, but, there are days that his sugars when he gets up are 'normal' and he'll drag his feet about eating. If he's low, he'll get something to drink.
I had to go into Wal-Mart for something. Oh JOY! My favorite store!! (note the hint of sarcasm). I realized it was a little after noon, and that I still had some other things to do and places to go. I knew that both of the kids had to eat something, and I didnt want to drive back and forth through town any more than necessary. So, as we are walking into Wal-Mart, all I hear is, "Can we PLEASEEEEEE eat at McDonald's?"
(SIGH..fine) I could have cared less about eating there, but the choices here in town are slim. Pizza, tacos, burgers, and oh, did I mention, pizza??
I placed our order and fixed our drinks and sat down. I'd seen an older couple sitting down already having their lunch. I didn't think too much about it. I proceeded to have a seat next to Tobi, as she said, "I want you to sit by me mamma!" Our table was right behind the older couple who was already having lunch. We sat there and waited a few minutes, and then our order was ready. Colton got up and proceeded to get his usual 5 cups of ketchup. Yes, I said 5, and yes, he ate every bit of it. (BLEK!) I finished a few minutes before the kids, as usual.
As I sat there waiting for the kids to finish, I started playing with my iphone. You know, checking my Facebook updates and email and stuff. Colton asked me something, and I still have no clue what it was. Why? Because I looked up and I saw the older lady that had been sitting behind us at the counter. She'd been there for a few minutes just waiting. It wasn't long before a guy behind the counter handed her something. It was a hot fudge sundae. With 2 spoons. I heard her say, "Thank you, honey!" to the guy as she walked off and back to her table.
And it was at that moment, that I was taken back in time with a couple of memories. One being that I was younger, maybe Tobi's age, or a little older. I could see myself sitting, with grandma, at Dairy Queen or Braum's, eating an ice cream together. Maybe not sharing it but sitting there together just the same. And then, another memory soon followed. I smiled as my thoughts continued to play different memories in my head. Seeing that couple sitting there, in McDonald's, sharing an ice cream sundae made me tears well up in my eyes. Many times in the last few years before she passed away, she would share a piece of pie, or a hamburger........or an ice cream, with her husband(my mom's step dad.) I could litterally hear her saying "Let's share an ice cream!", or something along those lines.
I had to stop at that moment and just shut my eyes for a few minutes, and thank the Lord for that memory. For the MANY memories that I have of her, and the time that I spent with her. And to thank Him for the little things. Even if it was just an ice cream sundae for 2.
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