My sister Deb is extraordinarily kind and generous. She does sweet things for her family, and for co- workers, neighbors, and even strangers. She is often very creative in her kindness, too. Here is an example.
Growing up in Boxford, Massachusetts, it was a special summertime treat to go for an ice cream at Benson's. I remember a few rare occasions when I was very small that the whole family would pile into the wood sided station wagon after supper on a hot night and go there. Mostly I remember going with my mom and a sibling or two, sometimes one of my friends.
One one memorable occasion my sister Dicy piled a bunch of us into her '39 Ford, dubbed, "The Green Hornet." I was around 7 at the time, and my bigger siblings let me ride in the coveted "rumble seat" in the back. It looked a lot like this... only green.
When I got a little older, sometimes my friends and I would ride our bikes to Benson's, and eat our ice cream as slowly as we could so we could linger there.
Fast forward a whole lot of years to this weekend. Sister Deb came to visit, just for fun. She got out of her car carrying a Styrofoam cooler. She handed it to me and I opened it right up, wondering what she had brought. It was full of ice packs, snuggled up around a thick, white paper bag. I opened the bag and the biggest smile splashed on my face.
Quick as a bunny I scooped out a little bowl and we went out to the porch while I savored it. It occurred to me that the last time I had this particular flavor and brand of Benson's ice cream I was probably with my mom, and she's been gone 16 years or more. As the creamy confection danced delightfully on my taste buds I was awash in happy summertime memories. And love. My sister thought she just brought me ice cream. She didn't know about the memory gift that came tucked into that tub.