day six: icing on the cake

Lemon cake with icing, Grammy's recipe.
Sweet.

We made it for the senior adults at our church, the XYZ group (for Extra Years of Zest...also because it is at the end of the alphabet), and took it to their monthly meeting today. They loved it. I was in a staff meeting and running about five minutes late, but by the time I arrived, the cake was already gone. Suzy (who had arrived on time) told me that they even made a special announcement about her bringing it to the meeting. They thanked us profusely and raved about how delicious the cake was. They were so thankful and so sweet.

But even sweeter? When one of the ladies carried our baby boy around to every single person. At each table someone pinched his cheeks, rubbed his head, played with his toes... They all treated him like he was one of theirs. He was in a room with 50 grandparents: some eccentric, some a little senile, some overbearing, but all of them sweet.

Some of the XYZ group. On the left edge of the picture you can see the lady carrying around our boy.

The food was good. The thanks and compliments were nice. But the icing on the cake was realizing how much these people care about us and our baby.

We began this Lenten season thinking that we would be the ones showing love, care, and grace to others. We experienced it for ourselves from these senior adults.

Sweet.