Summer was made for ice cream or gelato or frozen yogurt or something like that right?
Ingrid had the great idea of heading down to Dairy Queen for an old school dessert. With a dinner time that finally worked for the three of us at home, we hit the drive thru post kitchen duty and a little basketball challenge to enjoy that taste of summer.
Max and I played a game of basketball called ’21’ in the backyard. The Old Man schooled the Kid in game one before he woke up and won game two. We probably should have played the tie-breaker, but I was a little nervous about the impending outcome…
The reason for this post? This evening felt like an old school summertime evening where work (boys or ours), lacrosse, or other activities did not get in the way of just enjoying some evening sunshine and time together.
Chris played basketball like he played lacrosse, ready to knock anyone getting to the goal on their behinds. His shot was a little ‘unrefined’. Whenever he lost a game he would take the ball out for a ridiculously long shot and say, ‘If I score this I win’. Without thinking about it, Max said that same thing tonight and we laughed as we remembered Chris’ antics in the backyard playing bball.
Then we had ice cream.
An almost perfect summer evening working our way to the new normal.