Labor of love

Today I dropped off my first meal since joining our church meals team, who delivers meals to our church families in need due to illness, new baby etc. I liked the concept not only because I like to cook, but because it gave me a kind of nostalgic vision of church ladies stirring big pots of food and then delivering them in baskets. Granted, it was more like me rushing through making dinner last night even though it was my hubby's birthday (he has technically already celebrated over two dinners so far, with another tonight and on Sunday, just so you don't think I'm a bad wifey!) so that I could cook another meal, and then slipping and sliding up the driveway today with a paper bag and foil pan in hand, but still you catch my drift!

I remember my friend Claudia and I were once talking about how both of our mothers put homecooked meals on the dinner table every night for our families, in addition to hosting numerous parties and get-togethers over many years. Truly nothing short of a labor of love. I'll always have those memories (plus a few extra pounds to show for it!) of gathering around a table chock full of steaming dishes. I'll probably come to an even greater appreciation of this once we start our own family, but for now, kiss a cook today!