I remember going to an ice cream store, to have a double-dip cone, and standing in front of all those little bins that held all the flavors - how could I pick just one?
I'd think and debate, jumping from one foot to the next, which flavor to pick that day, for this was a treat that was rare and thus sweeter, and making a choice was a delicious delay.
Once picked, I watched it being scooped into a cone, and then the toppings were sprinkled on the top, and then, oh my, it was mine alone.
It made me think of the love we have and how we can share it each day, making a new cone with different flavors, to have together on our way.
A big scoop of love would go first into the cone, pressed down til it fills the very tip, and then I would add a scoop of delight and joy, piled high, can't you almost taste it?
Then on the top comes the special little treats, the words and small gestures that say love, sprinkled on top like the blessings we receive every day from our Father above.
I would bring my treat, the delicious cone I have constructed and give it to you, quickly now, for the treat only lasts for a shore time, and watch you face as the delight it contains, the smile of love that says you are mine.
What a joy that is and the best part of all is that I get to do this again every day, the flavors and the joy is ever new, for there are a thousand new ways to express how very much I love you!
YUM! I love ice cream! The analogy here is great, Trish. And you, my friend, sprinkle our world with so much hope as well --- your love letters to Lucian are such a sweet treat that you so graciously share with us.