Monday, May 25, 2009

Bring It On Home To Me

On the spur of the moment one summer evening, I told the kids I felt the need for some ice cream and once I mentioned it, they also felt the need. So, I loaded up my kids and away we went.
We parked, went in and made a fuss of getting just the RIGHT thing each. Here are a few pictures.

Once we'd all finished our treats, we strolled outside to the car and began to load in.

We had doors open and the sunroof wide. I LOVE my music. I very often have it cranked. Seeing as the kids were getting in the back, I only had it loud. I let the song playing on the iPod steal my heart away for a few moments. I hope you can hear it...Bring It On Home. Love that song.  Click it.

As I listened, I felt the the slow swaying beat take me over and as I felt it, I saw it.
An older couple were leaving the ice cream shop with him walking ahead of her just a tad. I saw the moment when they heard the music.
I saw his pace slow. I saw her sneak up close behind him and wrap her arms around in front of him, cuddling her cheek into his shoulder blade. I saw them smile and I watched as two people walking began to sway as one. And I smiled. Inside and out.
I wished I could turn the music louder without deafening the kids so I could hop out, lean against my trunk and dreamily watch as two people lived their moment just for a few moments longer. But still. It was a moment and I was a happy observer.
Living in the moment. Such a cliche, isn't it? But I'll tell you, once I figured out how to do it I wondered how I missed so many moments.
Moments. So small and fleeting. So many of them. And so meaningful and priceless.
All of us making our decisions, anticipating those treats. Enjoying them lick after lick, bite after bite, slurp after slurp. The kids playing. All of us being goofy despite watchful eyes. This couple in a few moments of song.
Yep. I intend to live every moment. I hope every one of you do too.
Hugs and loves. And wishes for lots of moments!


  1. Yummy! You guys looked like you had a great time - and I love that song too.

  2. I don't remember a single time with my own mother, never mind a great time. I'm doing everything I can to make it different for my own kids.

    It's one of those "best songs", isn't it?


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