I pride myself on being a glass-half-full kinda gal, but I must admit, I accidentally let a tiny twinge of self-pity brush the edges of my subconscious recently.
Jealousy reared its ugly head (just a skosh) on a recent vacation where other families were enjoying the time-honored tradition of visiting the local ice cream parlor together.
I recalled my own memories of a favorite vacation ice cream haunt and lamented the fact that my son, Nick, wouldn’t look back fondly at a time spent peppered with chocolate sprinkles and giggles.
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