I am joining TWT's Slice of Life Tuesday where writers share stories from a slice of their lives.
The weekends were extra special because that's when Grandma and Pop would join us and Grandma always brought Hostess powdered sugar donuts - the small ones. Pop started the day early, sitting on the swing that overlooked the river, his yellow coffee mug in hand. On those days, I got up early because I knew I could grab the box of donuts and bring them outside with me. I would hop up next to my grandfather and we would swing back and forth, eating donuts, the powder coating my fingers and clinging to my lips.
This morning I woke up early and snuck out of the cabin where we are vacationing in PA. At first it was just me, the birds, and frogs sitting out under the pergola, book in hand, mug of steaming tea nearby.
I went inside and grabbed the box of donuts I had bought last night. She poured herself a glass of milk and together we headed back out to the pergola. As we ate donuts, I told her the story of my grandpa and me. It was a glorious morning filled with smiles, stories and powdered sugared lips.