We are sitting on the front steps. He is folded over so his upper body is in my lap, his head facing east, eagerly anticipating his first glimpse of her. I am folded over him, arms around him, my baseball cap brim shielding his eyes from the sun, my head resting on his shoulder. We are waiting for the ice cream lady for the first time since last summer. We can feel the warmth from the sun on our backs, and it is one of those moments you wish you could bottle up and re-live again and again in the future.