Back when Sam was still in school (middle school, maybe?), I would take him out for an end of the summer ice cream on the evening of his very last day of his summer vacation.
As the summer wound down and with vacation in the rear view mirror, I wanted to give him something to look forward to; something to ease, well, maybe not the pain of going back to school, but certainly the anxiety of going back.
After what has likely been at least fifteen years, Sam and I still keep the tradition alive.
It's a little harder than it was in those school years of the past. Back then, there was a hard and fast date for the start of school -and it was almost always at the very end of August.
Now, Sam goes back to work later - usually the second week of September or so. This can create a problem because the ice cream place we always go to, closes somewhere around that time.
Their closing date changes every year and we don't often know until the last minute an exact date for when Sam goes back to work.
This year, we made it to the creamy just under the wire. It was on the last evening of their last day. But we made it - and that's what counts.
So for one more year, the tradition continues...
