Never Forget
Curt and I have an addiction to ice cream. It's pathetic, but we have to constantly keep each other in check on how much we consume. One of our more bittersweet trips to Springfield comes when we have to go to the hospital. Inevitably we are there because someone is severely sick or dying. Rarely are we there for a celebration like the birth of a child so our drive to Springfield on those days is rough. However, we try to find a light at the end of the proverbial tunnel by promising ourselves Cold Stone Creamery after a visit. It has become a tradition. On this particular night we had our two youngest children with us. We affectionately refer to them as the littles. I am not even sure how this got started, but it is an accurate term for this stage of life. They came to us much later than our two oldest children and they are tiny balls of energy. After Isabel and Curt had made their visit to the hospital (Caleb and I stayed in the car and played a game called Ingress because