Wyatt had his first Popsicle from the Popsicle truck on Monday. He loves ice cream and even though the treats are more expensive, they are a lot bigger and fancier than the ones you buy boxed in the store. He got one with a face with bubblegum eyes. He loved it.
It brought back a memory of Nicole and Andrew and an experience they had when they were just a little older than Wyatt. You can hear the music forever, and one summer afternoon, we could hear the truck making its rounds across the creek. We decided they could have ice cream and sat them out on the curb to wait. They waited and waited. And waited some more, the truck never showed up. There were only two families with children on our street, so the driver apparently was not going to come by. Nicole and Andrew were two very disappointed little children. Ray put them in the car and went out and found the music and the kids got their ice cream. They were so tickled. After that however, we made sure there were treats in the freezer since we couldn't rely on the vendor coming around.
The difference is that now I run and get my camera to take pictures of events like these. I didn't take pictures of Nicole and Andrew. It didn't occur to me to do that. Scrapping makes you aware of the importance of recording the mundane. Nicole made me aware of that recently. She was looking at the albums I have done of Wyatt and said she enjoyed seeing the day to day layouts as much as the birthdays and Christmas. That is why I scrap.