Something Unforgettable


    It was just another hot summer day as my husband and I entertained our granddaughter. After checking off all the fun activities we had planned, we ran out of ideas. Then Papa suggested taking the dog for a walk to the fishing pond up the road. It was shady there and not far from home.

    I buckled Miss R into her stroller while Papa grabbed the dog’s leash. I watched them disappear down the gravel driveway toward the pond.

    I busied myself with a few things around the house, then realized they hadn’t returned. Concerned, I laced up my shoes and jogged to the pond. No Papa. No dog. No stroller with Miss R.

    Thinking they might have headed to the park a few blocks away, I jogged there. But the area was deserted—the hot sun had driven everyone indoors.

    So I pulled out my cell phone and called. When Miss R answered, I knew Papa had been up to something.

    “Papa got me two scoops of ice cream!” she exclaimed.

    They had gone to the pond, but when the heat became unbearable, Papa declared that ice cream was needed. Off they went, searching for a place that welcomed both a little girl and a large dog. A couple of miles later, they found their ice cream oasis.

    Two large scoops for each of them—and a big bowl of water for one very thirsty dog.

    Even though I’ve been a regular presence in my granddaughter’s life, and we’ve played countless games, this ice cream caper became an indelible memory for her.

    So I try to remember this when it’s easy to settle into a predictable routine:

    Every once in a while, do the unexpected with someone you love—something unforgettable for you both.

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