Happy Home

I looked around at my mom and dad as we sat down to a bowl of ice cream. The vanilla ice cream felt so cold as it hit my lips and I spilled some onto my chin as I slurped it up. I looked from my mom and then to my dad who chatted quickly and I couldn't help but smile. I loved my family and loved our traditions like ice cream after dinner on warm summer nights. We sat there in the warmth as the sun started to get lower in the sky, talking about what we would do the next day. I took it all in and loved that moment for the simplicity and innocence that it represented.