Rosebuds

Often other bloggers inspire me. Earlier this week a fellow Lawrencian over at Simmer Till Done wrote an entry about a nice, frosty limeade. Somewhere in the blog she mentioned that her daughter entered junior high this week.

Of course, this got me to thinking about my four-year-old daughter and how quickly she’s maturing. Then I cried. I do this a lot when I think about my little girl growing up. You should see me at weddings. An open bar paired with a toast by the father of the bride sends me into an emotional tailspin.

Anyway this series of events inspired me to adopt a gather-ye-rosebuds-while-ye-may mentality, so today I picked my daughter up early from daycare and headed to Tad's Tropical Sno for a beginning of the school year treat.

(Tad's Tropical Sno is located next to a Napa Auto Parts, so I can conveniently purchase wiper blades after enjoying a tropical sno.)

The menu of flavors can be a bit intimidating, but

my daughter quickly decided on a pink lemonade Tropical Sno.

I opted for a cherry vanilla Tropical Sno.

I know that nothing lasts. Poets for ages have written about the fleeting nature of time, so I'm very aware that someday I won't be able to enjoy moments like this with my daughter. Before long she'll be entering junior high, and she'll be much too cool to sit and enjoy a Tropical Sno with her dad. Half way through her Tropical Sno, my daughter turned to me and said, "Daddy, it doesn't get any better than this. Does it?" I hope my daughter continues to recognize that ordinary, simple events - like enjoying a Tropical Sno - are often extraordinary.

Pass the Kleenex,
muddywaters