Monday afternoon she told me that Grandpa was bringing her pink donuts when he came home from work. I hadn't heard that, so quietly I called Bill during her afternoon nap and asked him if he had lined this up without my knowledge. He hadn't heard about it either, but Grandpa said, "If she wants pink donuts, she'll get pink donuts." Bill had Touchdown Club Monday night so it was close to 9 when he got home. Mary Michael and I were upstairs reading when we heard the dogs bark. She looked at me with those big blue eyes twinkling, clapped her hands, her entire face lit up and she said, "Grandpa's home with my pink donuts." She was up and out of bed and sliding down the stairs admonishing me to be careful, careful.
By the time I got to the first floor (after being careful, careful), Bill had her sitting at the table picking out a donut. The box of Dunkin' Donuts was full. Pink with sprinkles, pink without, and chocolate donuts were spread in front of her. She told Grandpa that sprinkles were the best. He let her pick one and she proceeded to teach him how to eat the sprinkles off first then the frosting. He then showed her how to eat the soft center. It was wonderful watching them. She had some milk, came back to bed after brushing her teeth again, said "Night, night, Nana" and went straight to sleep.
Mary Michael had faith in her Grandpa to get her a donut (even if he didn't know he was supposed to get donuts!)
Matthew 17:20
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I'm still resting up for the next visit.
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