While I've always liked ice cream, it wasn't until my cancer journey that it became a staple in my diet. When my system couldn't tolerate many of my normal foods, ice cream was always a safe option. It may not be much of an exaggeration when I say that ice cream kept me alive those terrible months.
These days the Schwan man makes regular stops at our cabin. So when the grandchildren come to visit, I always have ice cream.
And they know it.
And they may or may not have used it against me a time or two. I just can't say "no."
To them. Or to ice cream.
Because I certainly cannot have them eating ice cream alone, now can I? What kind of Gramaw would I be if I didn't join them?!
They make my heart happy...
...with their sweet, gooey, ice cream smiles!