I make no secret of the fact that I am new to town life. Where I grew up there were lots of farms and fields. It was a wonderful way to grow up. We could go in any direction and find untamed land in which to roam. In the summer we tromped through the creeks and the woods that make up the landscape around my parent's home. In the winter we loved to sled to down the big hills and sometimes right into the road at the bottom. In short,there were always interesting things to see and do.
Jason grew up much different from me. He has lived in town pretty much his whole life. He was born on a farm in Minnesota but they followed his father's job. That led them to a few states in the mid west. Most of the places he lived were quiet little neighborhoods much like this.
So the other night we were sitting in the living room after dinner playing with the kids. We heard a noise that Jason was familiar with but was very new to me. It was a faint music. I had heard of this strange phenomenon before but had never seen it in real life. The music kept getting closer and closer.
We grabbed the kids and ran outside to see what it could be. We waited in anticipation of what was coming
Then we saw it.
As it came closer, I wondered, could it be an ambulance? Jason assured me it wasn't.
What is this? Could it be? A truck that comes right to our house and delivers ice cream. Oh happy day!!
I wasn't the only one who was happy.
And it was good.
I think I am going to like town life.