Dad was a huge fan of ice cream. So, what would be more fitting than to visit the Blue Bell Creamery in Brenham, TX for his birthday? We lunched at Arby's (Dad loved those roast beef sandwiches with plenty of horsey and Arby's sauce slathered in between) and made it by early afternoon to the ice cream factory.
Mr. Kruse. Our tour guide told us he changed the name to Blue Bell Creamery because he loved the native Texan flower so much.
For just a dollar you can have two scoops of your favorite Blue Bell flavor in this beautiful ice cream parlor! For those of you not acquainted with the brand, Blue Bell is not only ice cream, it's an experience. It's a Texas staple, favorite and most definitely the best homemade vanilla on the planet.
Beautiful stained glass windows and lamps transport you to the early 1900s -I felt like I was on Main Street USA in Disneyland -but surrounded by ice cream instead of hyperactive children and enormous stuffed animals.
All that ice cream makes a little guy sleepy. Actually he only had a taste. He finished a bottle and zonked out on the car ride home. Actually, we all did, besides Grandpa who was driving.
Savannah had a royal time with all the attention and new surroundings. Thankfully she behaved herself. I did too, I think.
Bailey and Wilder -a man of many hats these days. Bailey is a natural with kids. It was such a delight watching my baby play with my cousins and I loved being with my family.
We had a wonderful visit. I am so glad we were able to be together and build some more memories, while sharing old ones. Perhaps it's my age or because we have started our own family, but recently I have been yearning to connect with my relatives. Anissa and I were discussing the transition most adults go through when they finally realize the importance of family and long for connectedness. She said that we stress independence so much as a culture and push from our teen years until adulthood to establish ourselves as individuals. Once we become our own persons and pursue our goals you reach a point where you realize family truly means the most. It's people, not accolades or money or monuments that make life rich. I am so very thankful that I now live so close to many of my relatives and can renew relationships and enjoy the early bonds created from younger memories.