The Blessing of Food

My parents came to visit for Mother's Day this year.

Mother's Day is supposed to be about honoring moms.

But instead, as I ran some meetings over at church and my husband hung out with the youth group kids, my parents went over to our house and made dinner.

And not just dinner. DINNER.


Steak. Baked potatoes. Broccoli. Biscuits. Corn on the cob.

It was such a gift, and such an amazing meal, I almost died with happiness right there. Nobody grills a steak like my dad, and nobody puts together beautiful sides like my mom.

I felt bad that my mom was cooking on Mother's Day, but as she was quick to remind me - I'm a mom now, too! And we both hate the Mother's Day brunch crowd, so this was the perfect solution.

(Side note: for some reason this shirt and my weird poofy hair both make me look ginormous. I have not gained a million pregnancy pounds. Really. But after this photo, the pink shirt is officially out of the maternity clothes rotation!)

Happy Mother's Day, Mom. And thanks!