I remember the cold, silver tumbler the most
and being confused that you had to add chocolate syrup to a vanilla shake
and standing at Nana’s kitchen counter, Uncle Kevin scooping the ice cream from the container because I wasn’t strong enough (or patient enough to let it melt)
and adding too much milk that painted the walls and cabinets when I clicked on the switch
and sneaking in more chocolate syrup.
Today, when I order a milkshake at The Loop and watch them make it, it takes me back
to painting the kitchen milk white
to sucking the shake from the the cold, silver tumbler
to special moments with Nana and Uncle Kevin.
Milkshakes help me remember the things I miss about being a child
the people who have passed that loved me so much
the special moments I am sure to share with my own family.