My grandpa really liked to take people out for ice cream. The family joke is that he always wanted to take his kids and grandkids out for ice cream one at a time, supposedly to enjoy individual time with each of them, but also because he got to have ice cream way more often that way! The man knew the value of a win-win situation. And he loved him some banana splits.
So tonight after dinner, David and I drove up to Dairy Queen in memory of Gpa V. I had a Butterfinger blizzard and David had a double fudge cookie dough blizzard (David's sweet tooth could match Grandpa V's for sure). We talked about visits we'd made to see Gpa V after he moved back to Iowa and I told David about some of my favorite visits to see my grandparents in Arizona. Grandpa would let Brandon and me drive around the retirement community in the golf cart and our vacations were always full of swimming pools and matinee movies and board games and trips to the zoo and lunch at the clubhouse.
And plenty of ice cream, of course.
Just chilling. Looks like I could have cut back on the ice cream a bit, huh?
Grandpa looks quite dapper. I look like I'm wearing a Pollyanna costume, but really I just liked that dress.
Dancing at my wedding.