Growing up I have special memories of donut dates. It was always a "dad thing." He would take my sister and I to get donuts at Shipley's on Saturday mornings, still in our pajamas. If I remember right, he would usually get a bear claw and we would get big powdered ones.
I took Cyrus to a local donut spot this morning, him still in his cute footsie PJs. It brought back good feelings of those wonderful moments with my dad. And of course Cyrus immediately took the donut, shoving almost half in his mouth at one time. I look forward to making more traditions and memories like this one.
What small traditions to you remember doing with your parents?
