Friday was a great day at work. I got a lot of things done and made progress on some major initiatives.

At the end of the day, I was feeling pretty good about what I accomplished this past week and was looking forward to the weekend.

I jumped in the car and put on some great music to make my commute as orange and fun as I as could. As I’m bopping my head to some James Brown, Lettuce, and Earth, Wind and Fire I’m thinking that it couldn’t get any better than this.

But it did.

I got home and was welcomed by my daughter. She had just decided to purchase a Nintendo Switch Lite and had enough money to get one. Off to the bank and Best Buy we go – to purchase a video game for her. When we return we heard an interesting sound in the far distance within our neighborhood. It was very faint but I could recognize that sound miles away.

It was the ice cream man.

My daughter and I waited and waited with anticipation. Would he come down our street? Did we miss him? Did he pass our house when we were out shopping for video games? The tension and stress was building as we considered that we missed our golden opportunity to buy sweet treats from the traveling salesman.

The sound got louder and louder. Then it got softer and softer. Then it got louder and louder. Then it got softer and softer.

It was torture to hear the sound of the ice cream truck appear to fade away. I was thinking of getting the strawberry crunch ice cream bar I used to get in elementary school. Oh, how good it was to have a dollar when the ice cream man came by.

Then my daughter starts jumping up and down. “I see it! I see it!”

The ice cream truck – really it was a van – starts to head up the street toward our house. We both were waving frantically to make sure the driver saw us and we head toward the place where we were standing. It was an agonizing 2-minute drive but he finally made it to where we were.

There were so many choices as we reviewed the menu of items on the side fo the van. I settled on a bubble-gum flavored ice cream bar. My daughter got one of those ice treats with different flavors. I was happy to pull out a credit card to pay the ice cream man but my daughter had 5 bucks and she treated Dad to some ice cream.

You are never too old to enjoy the ice cream man coming by – even as it turns to fall and gets colder outside. We enjoyed our treat and are grateful for the opportunity to just spend a special moment together to start the weekend.