A son and his momma.

The other day Cale and I went to Jimmie Cone for the first time.

The new ice cream place as he now calls it. :)

After we ordered, we sat down at the picnic tables to eat.

Cale was devouring his cone as he listened in on a conversation that 4 kids were having about their first day of school.

He shouted to them, introducing himself and asked them how old they were and what they were talking about. (He is social...to a fault sometimes it seems. ;)

And while I tried to buffer his volume and his keep his ice cream from dripping everywhere I got distracted by a car pulling up.

A man stepped out of the driver's seat. He looked to be in his mid-late 50s. He walked around to the side door and opened it for a women in her mid-late 70s (it seemed). She held her hand out and he took it. They walked arm in arm and got in line. She leaned, not on her cane, but on him to steady her balance.

They ordered.

Holding both ice creams in his one hand, he made sure his other hand was free for her to hold.

They sat down at a picnic table next to us.

I could barely contain myself from taking a picture of them...it was just so sweet.

I know it sounds odd, but I welled up a tiny bit...

Because, in that instance all I could do was picture was myself as the old women...and my heart was swelling to know that years and years from now I will have 4 sets of strong arms to hold onto.

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