Cooking for someone else isn't difficult. Over the last few years it has actually become one of my love languages. Whenever I hear of someone having a baby, losing a loved one, or just having a rough week...my first thought is..."I should bring them dinner." Maybe it's because with all of our procreating, one of the best things my friends have done for me after coming home with a bambino is taking care of dinner a few nights.
It just so happens that two amazing families we know lost loved ones this past week. I normally don't know what to say, but I do know that things like not having to fuss over dinner one night has to at least make a small impact.
Today is Monday. In New Orleans, Monday is red beans and rice. So, I threw a few pounds of beans on the stove this morning and cooked them all day long. Once Tad came home, we loaded the food and all the kiddos in the truck and set off. On our way we had a good talk with Elijah and Dominic about heaven and what it meant to do things like this just to make people feel better. Our boys haven't experienced the loss of anyone close, so we tried to just let them lead the conversation...we'll have to have deeper conversations eventually, but no need to push the issue.
We got to briefly visit with two wonderful families last night...wish we could just drop in on people every night! Unfortunately, homework, feedings, and baths get in the way of too much lolly-gagging in the evenings. The boys had a really good time delivering dinner...maybe in the future they can help prepare the dinner too.
Tomorrow, we praise...
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