Last week my son and I were on our way to an apppintment and were running a little ahead of schedule. As we were driving, I noticed a donut shop up ahead. It's a donut shop that I pass by all the time, but for some reason, that day, I was feeling a little nostalgic....
You see, when I was a little girl, every week my grandpa and I would take a ride in his big Oldsmobile and go get a donut and chocolate milk at the local donut shop. I remember everything about those visits....the amazing smell of fresh baked donuts, picking out the perfect donut with sprinkles on it and the taste of the chocolate milk as I sipped it through the straw. Everything was perfect and it was a morning that I looked forward to every week.
So, last week, Rocco and I walked into the donut shop and immediately the smell of fresh baked donuts filled the air and brought me back to a happy place many years ago. My son picked out the perfect sprinkle donut and sipped his very own chocolate milk through the straw. I told him how I used to go to the donut shop just like him and we talked about how yummy donuts truly are. It was a happy morning for both of us and I'm sure for my grandpa looking down from heaven too!
I love this so hard it hurts!
Posted by: Alivia | 02/08/2012 at 07:41 PM
Rach....you took me down memory lane. Your grandpa looked forward to those moments just as much as you did. I am so glad you have these wonderful memories. He loved you so much and was so very proud of you!
Posted by: Debbie Brannam | 02/08/2012 at 08:17 PM
mmmm...donuts. such simple little pleasures in life. Now, if only we had the innocent metabolism of children, so we could enjoy them everyday ;)
Posted by: DevonRiesenberg | 02/09/2012 at 08:16 AM