There is a place. A special place. About 45 minutes from our house. It is where we meet our friends who hold a special place in our hearts but who we don't get to see very often. It's kind of become "our place." It has a brook, a park, a sprinkler, and an ice cream truck. It's a terrific place for creating memories.
The last hour we were there, Oliver and Henry played in the brook. I decided to eavesdrop on their conversation. They were discussing what would happen if the ice cream truck ran out of ice cream. Now I know what Oliver talks about with his friends. I love the innocence of four year olds!
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