I’m told today is National Donut Day. A high, holy day in my mind. I’ve never met a donut I didn’t like.
I’m not sure I ought to admit it, but I once ate 18 donuts in the course of a morning. I should say that I was pregnant and had come home to the states from Germany for a visit with my parents. At that time, they didn’t have donuts in Germany. There were lots of yummy pastries, but no donuts.
So when my Sweet Daddy asked me if there was anything I wanted to eat, I didn’t skip a beat. Donuts! He went out in a near blizzard and bought 2 dozen. He set the bag in front of me and proclaimed that when I was finished with all I wanted, everyone could help themselves to the rest. {which sort of ticked off my little sister and my husband…seeing as how I didn’t leave much for the rest}
I proceeded to sit there and over the course of a few hours consumed 18 donuts. Yes, my friends…a dozen and a half! They were still warm and we all know that warm donuts have no calories. I don’t think I ate again for 2 days.
Anyway, my love for donuts is legendary, at least in my own mind.
This photograph was taken of me feeding my youngest niece, Sami, her first donut. We were home for Grandma’s funeral and Sami wasn’t a happy camper. She had cried most of the night.
In the morning, Daddy made another donut run. This time, he had to go to Bagnell Dam {a neighboring community…where Bagnell Dam is located}. We lovingly called those donuts Dam Donuts. And I gave Sami her first bite of a donut. You can see that she liked it.
Happy Donut Day!
Photo credit: my sister, Linda Buster Eckart
Heart-heavy, spirit-sore, lonesome and reeling from the stresses and burdens of today. All alone with my sorrow, realizing there is still work to do before I can lay my head down.
These are the days that build character, right? These are the days that grow me into something better, nobler and kinder. Praying that will be the case.
Still crazy {in love} after all these years.
This morning at the airport, conversation went like this:
Rocket Man: Will you be okay?
Me: Will you stay if I say no?
Rocket Man: I’d have to think very seriously about it.
Me: I’ll be okay.
(Tender kisses given and received here)
Rocket Man: You be good while I’m gone, okay?
Me {sassy voice}: Do I have to?
Rocket Man {winking}: Do try, Molli.
Me: {melting, as always when he winks at me}: I’ll try, but it isn’t easy, you know!
Rocket Man: That’s my girl.
(More kissing, perhaps a bit more passionate here)
It’s the same conversation we’ve had so many times as I drop him off at the airport. This conversatino is one of the reasons I love to drop him off. Because I love the conversation. And because I love picking him up at the airport. There is an element of romance to it that I thoroughly enjoy.
Each turn in the road begins to be familiar as we draw closer. The roads I traveled as a child, staring out the back window are carrying me home. Home. Is there a lovelier destination than home? My childhood memories waken and take wing. Home! We’re going home! My mother is waiting for me while my Daddy naps in his chair. Home! The last hour is the longest. I’m going home!
Five things I love about the Rocket Man:
1. He makes me laugh
2. He cares about his work
3. His integrity
4. He tells me I’m wonderful
5. He is fairly predictable, which makes him stable.
There. On a not-so-good day, it is good to list the things I love.
Mac Attack!
My daily wear contact lens ripped as I was taking it out and now half of the blasted thing is stuck in my eye. Seriously. I can’t make this stuff up!!!
Its 7:30 on a Friday night and I have taken off my jewelry, makeup and clothes. I’m in my pajamas, have eaten eggs for supper and am really ready to go to bed. How sad is that?
Don’t be jealous!
Happy PI day :)
