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.)
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.