The Donuts

Tonight my dad was out taking pictures of the moon over Jesse Hall, when I called him with some happy news.  He realized it was nearly eleven at night and decided to stop at the gas station for Krispy Kreme Donuts. . . which are due to arrive at eleven (please don’t ask me how we know that).  As he sat for twenty minutes, waiting for the donuts to arrive, he called me from the parking lot and reported that people were driving up, looking in the window at the donut case and driving away.  Others would get out of their cars, walk around the store three or four times, stopping at each lap to gaze at the donut display case.  Apparently people only go into the gas station after eleven to buy donuts or beer.  I laughed so hard and it made me feel so good.  It is just this silly little moment, when we are all up later than we should be, getting ready to eat things that we shouldn’t, that makes me appreciate the relationship and friendship I have with my parents.