When I was young, I had an aunt that lived about 90 miles from us. We would go visit from time to time and occasionally I got to spend a week here and there with her during the summer.

Every night before bedtime, she would have a big bowl of ice cream over a chopped banana. This was one of my favorite things during my overnight visits.

I wound up moving almost a thousand miles away. Years later she downsized and moved to my hometown. About the time I was approaching 40 yrs old, I moved back so I was able to see her and spend more time with her again. Within a year of moving back, she passed. I bought her home from my cousin with everything in it (including a dog; a cat; and her grandson).

Soon after moving into the home, I opened one of the cupboards and saw a stack of bowls. They were the bowls that she used for ice cream and bananas when I was a kid. My heart was full of warm-fuzzies but I also had a laugh because those bowls were not nearly as big as I remember them being. In fact they weren’t big at all.