Sweet Memories

This morning, I took Joseph and Katie to Krispy Kreme, also known as "The Donut Factory."  We sat near the window so Joseph could watch the donuts go through the "icing waterfall."  As I sat there staring at my precious babies, I was overcome with gratitude for their health and for our time together.  You see, I realized the other day that in 9 short months, I will have to register my baby big boy for kindergarten and days like this will be few and far between.  I mean, KINDERGARTEN!?  Seriously?!
While we were eating, I noticed this man looking at us.  I didn't think much about it because I was too busy being thankful that Joseph wasn't asking me 5,000 questions soaking in the moment.  I'll also admit that I looked like a hot mess and if I saw someone who looked like me, I'd probably stare too.  When the man finished his donuts, he stopped at our table and said, "You never know what great memories you're making."  It caught me a little off guard because he looked and sounded so much like Mr. Rogers.  Then he proceeded to tell me that when his daughter was little, they would go to Krispy Kreme together.  Now she's 18 and not very close to her dad at all.  He said her issues are classified as "extreme rebellion."  But one day she had a breakthrough.  As she was hanging out in the parking lot with some friends, she saw a dad and his young daughter walking into Krispy Kreme together and she started crying.  She called her dad and said she'd like to go grab a donut.
I hope that when my kids are teenagers they will not be "extremely rebellious."  I hope that they will continue to be just as sweet and precious as they are today.  But who am I kidding?  ALL teenagers are rebellious at some point.  I hope that when they reach their stages of rebellion, I will be able to recall all the sweet memories I have of them because it might just be what saves us all.