BELLA
“Are you going to get some for yourself?” Jamie asked me, his little hands barely able to grab more than three of my fingers.
“Oh, you bet I will. Do you know what's better? You get to pick for me too.”
That made a smile break across his face, as he kicked a stone just to see how far it would go.
I got home sometime in the evening yesterday and while we had a light dinner, Jamie made me swear that I would get him some ice cream in the morning. I knew how much he loved us getting ice cream together. Presently, I was honouring the promise I made to him last night.
Jamie and I got the ice cream and sat in the little shop.
“Uh,” Jamie let out as he licked on the melting ice cream.
“Later in the evening, your stomach will sing and Mum will give you sermons about why this isn’
