Sprinkles, Cocoa + a Side of Chaos

Messy fingers still marked with yesterday’s paint | Childhood

Saturday mornings are for donuts 🍩

I just wanted it to be aesthetic — our little weekend trip to Happy Donuts. I had plans to snap a few cute photos of us sipping hot chocolate and enjoying donuts (with my kid’s blue sprinkles, of course). But she had other plans. My sweet, sweet girl. Let’s just say she doesn’t care much about aesthetics. Spilled hot cocoa, messy fingers still marked with yesterday’s paint, sprinkles scattered across the table, and a mouth covered in blue frosting.

But you know what she did care about? The two sprinkle-covered donuts I got her. My classic glazed ones were divine, and the hot cocoa? Amazing. We had to let it cool a bit, but it was worth the wait.

Happy Donuts | Siloam Springs, AR

Happy Donuts has become a staple in our household. Mondays and Fridays, we grab a donut before school — one to start the week and one to end it. My husband has a long list of favorites he devours. Me? I’m a glazed donut kind of girl.

It’s traditions like this that make a hometown feel like home. When I was little, my granddaddy used to pick up a couple dozen donuts whenever we visited. I’d eat at least five (and I regret nothing).

Maybe that’s why I love coming back to Happy Donuts. It’s part nostalgia, part the perfect recipe, and part the kindness of their crew — like how they always slip my daughter an extra donut hole or two.

My girl devouring her delicious treat.

Sure, we made a bit of a mess this morning — extra sprinkles on the table, a little spilled cocoa — but I hope my girl remembers mornings like this. I gave up on the perfect aesthetic and learned from her instead: the best way to eat a donut is one bite at a time, and to savor every single one.

Thank you, Happy Donuts, for the memories and the happy bellies.

And don’t worry — we’ll be back this week.

📍 Happy Donuts
110 US-412, Siloam Springs, AR 72761
🕓 Open 7 days a week | 4:30 AM – 1 PM

Love,
Megan

Happy Donuts | Siloam Springs, AR

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