Time to make the donuts...

I believe you have heard me talk about the donuts my mom makes every Halloween. They are heaven on earth. Actually, they are the Celestial Kingdom on earth. (the highest degree of the Celestial Kingdom) This year I begged her to make them a week early so that some of us who couldn't make it on Halloween wouldn't miss out. She consented and made the donuts last Sunday- as in one week before Halloween.

Well, guess what? Our Stake President called a spur-of-the-moment fireside and requested that everyone in the stake attend. On Donut Sunday. We were faced with just about the toughest decision of our married lives. If we attended the fireside it would mean forfeiture of donuts.


We ended up missing out on the donuts. It was tragical. We were all sad. It would be another year before we would taste of pure donut sweetness.


Yesterday, after an awesome all-Arizona satellite broadcast Stake Conference, we headed over the dried up Salt River and through the woods to Grandmother's house. When we arrived mom and I chatted in the kitchen for a bit. And then, she asked if we wanted donuts. She was prepared to make more donuts! She was! and she did!





Of course everyone who can, gathers at my parents house on Sunday evenings. And last night was no different. As each family arrived, they were let in on the little donut secret. And there was excitement. And there was feasting. And there were little sticky fingers. And there were props to me and my little fam for missing last week so that the pure donut sweetness could be repeated a second week in a row.

Thanks, Mom! You are truly a mother who knows!