So Friday Rojo decided he wanted to meet Above and Beyond and her two boys at the park at 2:30 PM. He also decided he would like the ice cream truck to happen to be driving by at the same time, so he had me text A&B while he went to put $3.00, one dollar per boy, in the pockets of his basketball shorts.
I texted A&B and said, "We're headed out the door, if it works to come right now, we'll see you there."
Didn't hear back.
We got three houses down the street and what did we hear? "Oh, Susanna," not only the ice cream truck, but the preferred song.
We plunked ourselves down in the nearest shade and waited for the truck to come closer. We've learned the hard way that trying to chase it is an exercise in futility. We waited about two minutes, and it turned the corner and came down the street we were on. We waved it down, were just making our way over to it and who should drive down that very street at that very time, but A&B with both boys.
Rojo looked at them with no surprise on his face, only relaxed certainty as if to say, "Oh, good, there you are, just as I'd planned."
The boys enjoyed their treats.
The moms enjoyed their visit.
The universe enjoyed the trust and faith of one special boy.
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One special boy, and his special mom, who are both teaching us all very powerful lessons about trust and faith - and love.
Amazing, simply amazing.
Rojo, ice cream, and summertime. What could be more perfect?
mm. I want the ice cream truck to come to my place!!
Divine, I tell you. He is divine.
That kid's faith really does move mountains - of ice cream and whatever he wants.
Wow, ask and you shall receive!
it gives me goosebumps.
( and I added the right url to my blogroll finally, sorry about that)
I can't get enough of Rojo and the Ice Cream Truck. I can't.
I'm starting to get used to the miraculous in these stories. When they become commonplace are they still miracles?
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