The Best Donuts … Ever

My fella, Mike, and I love to eat donuts. Mike isn’t a big breakfast guy—doesn’t like eggs, could take or leave pancakes—but he does like a well-made donut. (And I love ALL breakfast food, except grits.) About three years ago, we discovered Bonnie Lynn Bakery, a small shop that sells pastries, cakes, and the best donuts we’ve found in the Cincinnati area. We were hooked! Since that first bite of glazed goodness, we’ve made it to Bonnie Lynn Sunday morning after Sunday morning.

We have songs about Bonnie Lynn and donuts that we sometimes sing before we go. When we’re there, we have a routine. Grab two milks—a small for me, a large for him. Go to the counter. Choose two donuts each. Sit at one of the little Bonnie Lynn tables. Eat. Drink. Talk. Relax.

It’s always a delightful time, but this past Sunday, we had the BEST DONUTS EVER!

It was a normal morning. We went to the bakery, chose our milk and donuts, sat at the table. But then Mike started acting a little strange. He seemed vaguely uncomfortable. He didn’t open his milk or set out napkins for us to set our donuts on like he usually does. And then he started speaking in a very serious tone, talking about us. Before I knew what was happening, there was a ring! And then a proposal!

I was so surprised! I cried. I accepted!

Some of the details are a little blurry for both of us. I think I blubbered. He thinks he bumbled. I know that I couldn’t eat my donuts for like 15 minutes. This is the first time in my life that there has been a full tray of donuts and I have been so excited that I was unable to partake. That must mean something good. :)