It only happens every once in a while, just when the time is right, and when they are least expecting it. Daddy will bring the sack full of Donuts home. When they see him get home from work carrying "the sack" they know the most colorful donuts imagined are inside. The sweet smell of Donuts fill the house. They play with their donuts and count the sprinkles. They never forget to look into the middle of the Donut and they always listen to it. I am not sure what they think will happen when they look inside or what they will hear. I do know that at the moment nothing else matters and they are all in a different world. I hear laughter, happy sounds and giggles. I enjoy watching the little ones as much as I enjoy watching him. The Donuts might not last forever. The icing and sprinkles are licked off and the bottom usually end up in the trash.
The moment will last. They will remember he took the time to make an ordinary day special, just by adding the sprinkles. They will remember Donuts from Daddy.
It is these little things that become great things.






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