After breakfast, we walked to the grocery store in search of the next great meal. Deciding on carne asada tacos, we gathered the required ingredients and headed home where I let Pieter in on another unspoken weekend moral code, if you're not sleeping in, then you better believe you're guaranteed a nap. After the two hours of family nap blissfulness, we ate an early dinner and later bartered chores in exchange for paying rights at Gunther's Ice Cream.
Gunther's is a cute little ice cream shop with a big small town feel. So much in fact, I swear there are deleted scenes taking place in this very shop somewhere in The Sandlot archives.
During Summer months, the patios are always filled with frozen-treat-loving patrons. As we headed inside, only stepping a few feet passed the door, Lola was consumed by a horrible case of ice cream envy.
See, not amused.
Lola and I found a table outside while Pieter waited in line for our ice cream. Taking advantage of an opportune moment to ink Lola up, she's now an official member of the Gunther's family!
Lola, wide-eyed with anticipation and excitement, caught a glimpse of Pieter making his way toward us.
As the sun set on our perfect family day, I sat reflecting on my life and my two loves, realizing how fortunate and blessed I am. I have a beautiful daughter, wildly energetic and spunky in every part of her thirty-one pound little body.
I also have a constant example of unconditional love. A love that fuels him to put up with me through all of my "feisty Mexican moments". An unconditional love that allows him to be understanding and patient with others even when they aren't necessarily worthy of it. He is perfect.
As I crept in to take one final look at my little sweets before I headed to work the next morning, I saw the little reminder of our wonderful evening. I carried that with me all day.