Tuesday, June 21, 2016
A Milkshake Kind of Day
Her birthday marked the official beginning of summer. For the northeast that meant that flowers would bloom for the next few months, kids were out of school, the days took a slower pace, and the breeze blew warm. These were things that she loved. Even though she was with us year round, I always associated her with summer. When the temperature soared, she'd have a black and white milkshake or if we went to a ice cream shop, a butter pecan ice cream soda. On days when the heat was excruciating, she'd ask for an ice cold black beer.
So, every June 21, I like to have a milkshake in her honor or even an ice cream soda. I just pray it doesn't get hot enough for me to want a black beer!