For a few hours, we could just be a family.
Eventually, we climbed back onto the bikes and continued toward a small town about forty minutes away.
Jace had chosen an old-fashioned ice cream shop that sat beside the main road, and the moment we pulled into the parking lot, the children started cheering.
"I knew you would like this place." Jace said.
"You planned this whole thing." I said.
"Maybe." He said and I shook my head.
"You’re getting good at surprises." I said.
"I’ve had practice." He said.
Everyone crowded into the shop, and within minutes, the tables were covered with ice cream cups, cones, milkshakes, and spoons.
I ordered vanilla with chocolate sauce, while Jace chose coffee ice cream and he looked at mine.
"You always get the same thing." He said.
"It’s reliable." I
