Life on a stick.... I digress

Well, if any of you were ever wondering about the title of the blog... today we will discuss it.  Its about that idea of being a little kid with a popsicle in the summer.  Is there a greater joy?  There are so many flavors to choose from... creamsicle, fudgy pop, vanilla with the chocolate crunchy shell on the outside, or perhaps just red, orange, purple, or green.  Either way, all of it meant pure joy.  I, like my siblings and friends, often took to the great outdoors to enjoy the comforts of the popsicle.  Unfortunately, in the Alabama sun, that only meant one thing... fast melting.  Lick, Lick, Lick... it was never fast enough to avoid the inevitable.  The stick would start to show through, perhaps even at the expense of a splinter on the tongue, but it was all worth it in the end, even if I got an ice cream headache.  Why, you might ask?   Perhaps it was for that glance across the yard to see my brother doing the same with the ice cream dripping down his white Hanes T-shirt.  It could have even been because I could see my dad covertly peeking out the window watching us and smiling from ear to ear, thinking no one saw him.  Mostly though, it was the pure joy of knowing that I could wash off all the stickiness in the sprinkler with my siblings when I was finished and no one would want to go inside for a while. That is what I have to remember as I march through this grown up part of life.  It is all really very similar to those moments of childhood.  With the good comes the bad, and with the fresh new pop comes the stick.  You see folks, I figure you can choose to be in this life and feel its sorrows and joys without reason, or you can know that it is all about balance, it is all about truly enjoying the popsicle of Life even if there is a stick in there somewhere. Enjoy!