We love ice cream at the Cooper house. Even my wife and I have a hard time being grownups around the stuff.
Lucky for us there's a Pitango in Fells Point, Baltimore. But wait you say. Pitango is gelato, not ice cream! Well, in Italy it is. Gelato is italian for "frozen" but is indeed the term used in Italy for ice cream. If you care to read more go here.
But this isn't about ice cream or gelato. It's about time with my family. When I look back in my mind, I'll remember all the trips to indulge in a cold treat on a hot day, and the cheers of my kids as my wife and I slyly took them unannounced for ice cream. The photos here are from one of those times.
I've always been the sensitive type, but I can't help noticing that my last two posts are about making memories with the family. Perhaps this summer—the summer where my kindergartner transitions to first grade, and my daughter transitions to third grade—is the summer that I'll transition from a man who lives day to day, to one with the wisdom to live moment to moment. Because each moment is precious and sweet. Kind of like what those trips to the ice cream shop must be like for my kids.