Ice Cream Man

Leroy and I enjoyed a very, relaxing Sunday.  After mass and breakfast, we hung out the house and just chilled.  My idea of a perfect day. Mid afternoon, I heard the jingle of the ice cream man in his truck, driving up and down the street.  It has long been a goal of mine (since moving into town) to get an ice cream, but I never get to him in time.  I started to sing the "I want some ice-cream" song from Eddie Murphy's stand-up routine.  (If you don't know what I'm referring to, Google it.)

We laughed.

And then something remarkable happened.  Leroy said, what kind do you want... and ran out to get me an ice-cream.

Yes.  This man caught the truck and got me an ice-cream... just because I wanted one.

I've read hundreds and hundreds of romance novels... Watch many, many sappy chick-flicks and swooned over romantic gestures my whole life, but nothing, NOTHING compares to this act of love.