A sign that I did not marry a lemon.

On my way through town today, I saw something on the side of the road that made me think of my husband.

I kept driving, but I didn’t stop thinking about what I saw.

I started reminiscing.

Remember being a kid in the summer time? 

There wasn’t any school work to do so you spent your time brainstorming about real work, the kind of work that pays money;  striving to become a young entrepreneur.  (Or at least earn enough quarters for the ice cream truck.)

My husband is still a kid at heart; he also happens to be a young entrepreneur.

So what happens when that grown up kid drives through town? 

via Pinterest

<Quick like a band-aid> He stops at that lemonade stand on the side of the road.

The one I drove past.

He hasn’t forgotten what it’s like to be a kid.

Reason # 84930724 that I love him.

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2 Responses to A sign that I did not marry a lemon.

  1. Ahhh….great post. It also makes me think twice about driving past the lemonade stand. Thanks for the inspiration!

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