Later today we drive to Fayetteville, Arkansas, for a baby shower. Two of Peggy's sons will present us with grandchildren this winter and we rejoice in this new season in our life!
Every culture develops rituals to signify and celebrate life events (birth, marriage, baptism, graduation, death, etc). Part of this weekend will include getting better acquainted with the in-laws. As they offer us hospitality we plan to respond with some host/hostess gifts. Simple hospitality rituals of sharing/gifting are among the nicer expressions of our imago dei.
Among our plans are to give Peggy's cookies. You need to understand that Peggy makes the best chocolate chip cookies in the world. I realize this is an extreme claim but has your wife's publisher stolen her cookie cookbook and advertised it in Oprah's magazine? (I rest my case.) People gush over Peggy's cookies. Couples fight over Peggy's cookies. Parents hide Peggy's cookies from their children.
She doesn't bake often. Mostly this is because it takes a great deal of time and attention. Peggy has finally learned exactly which pan to use in our house's oven. The cookies bake for exactly 13 minutes and then sit on the counter for exactly 5 more minutes before being placed on the parchment paper. I'm not sure if she only cooks in a certain phase of the moon ... but she is delightfully attentive to detail and the result is a blessing.
That's the point of hospitality, isn't it? To bless. The blessing of this new child's life seems to demand Peggy's cookies. :-)
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