rose lane happenings

Every Friday the girls anxiously await the sound of the glorious bells that announce the ice cream truck's arrival into my parent's neighborhood. For many, many weeks it has been a pursuit attempted in vain. Until this last week. We heard the bells. All of stopped short (except for baby sears who had no idea what was going on). And for a moment time stood still. Then we all ran to the door and flagged him down.