The salon finished Mom's haircut about 10:30 this morning. There was one more errand I needed to do before I took her home. AND we just happened to pass Strachans's Ice Cream Parlor. Now mind you, breakfast was barely a couple of hours ago.
Mom's memory is not good, but her love of food is not.
Yep, that's her on the left, Dad on the right. (This was taken on Father's day.) Anyway, she said, "Oh, let's stop here, I'll buy us some ice cream."
I sighed and said, "Mom, it's not even eleven. They don't open until 12:00."
She responded with, "Oh, shoot. But aren't you hungry for ice cream?"
"No, Mom. Ice cream is like dessert, not for right after breakfast."
Then she looked at me and seriously chided, "You know, ice cream is good anytime. Even for breakfast."
"And they gave him a piece of fig cake and two clusters of raisins, and he ate, then his spirit revived." 1 Samuel 30:12
Maybe, Lord, I do need to enjoy ice cream at anytime, it might just revive my spirit and bring joy. I'm kind'a sorry now, that Strachan's was not open.