Another first at Farrell’s
There were few traditions in my childhood home.
One I cherished was birthdays at an ice cream shop called Farrell’s, where they’d serenade me with drums, singing and a free sundae.
I celebrated my first birthday there in Oregon.
My oldest son, Li’l D, celebrated his first birthday at a Farrell’s in SoCal.
Yesterday my youngest son celebrated his first birthday at another Farrell’s in SoCal.
The location has changed each time, but the location’s unimportant.
What’s important is how we’re together, bound in time, space, tradition … and love.