This morning my house is filled with the aroma of cinnamon. Cinnamon rolls to be exact. Homemade cinnamon rolls are a tradition that my wife has carried with grace and elegance through most of our married life. These rolls have found themselves a staple during seasons of celebration (birthdays, Christmas, special guests and random festive occasions). To our family – these rolls are morsels of gold. They represent much more than wonderful smell and taste. These rolls, I believe, are my wife’s way of saying to their recipients – I love you.
Lest you think this is easy work – it’s not. The best I can tell the making of these rolls requires real planning. The whole process begins with something called a “starter.” Best I can tell, this starter is the magical formula from which the entire process gets its mojo. The “feeding” of it is required days before the actual baking. In addition, the dough that is birthed from it begins a day before the actual baking of the rolls. This work, my friends, requires forethought and effort. It is no can of “Pillsbury.” Just sayin.
For the record, let me add that my wife is a busy woman. She has always been a busy woman. That’s how she rolls (no pun intended). In addition to activities like these she has a full time job as Principal of a local elementary school. I don’t think I need to say more.
As a “producer” Darla is quite a marvel. She tends not to be in want for things to fill her time. Her “to-do” list far outstretches her time to do them. This can make the work of taking care of herself a challenge. But that isn’t the focus of this writing. Suffice it to say – my wife doesn’t have a lot of excess time on her hands.
That brings me back to the smell of cinnamon rolls.
This morning, with a new baby in our neighborhood, my wife is on agenda to deliver rolls to that family. She has been in touch with them and they know she is coming. She is on mission to be at their doorstep at 8AM with hot, fresh made cinnamon rolls in hand – and that’s exactly what’s going to happen.
As if that weren’t enough, our youngest daughter lives just down the street and recently had a baby herself. Guess who else is getting cinnamon rolls this morning? …and right to her door.
Standing in the kitchen, with coffee cup in hand, I told my wife, as she was finishing up her baking this morning, that “it is at times like these that I live in the shadow of your awesomeness.” You see, Darla has always valued people. That is one of the things that attracted me to her. I believe it is one of the things that attracts many to her. I am in wonder, and sometimes confusion, over her uncanny ability to authentically reach and care for people. And – if I am totally honest – I’m intimidated by it as well – because she is so damn good at it.
But not this morning. This morning I am basking in the wonderful smell, deliciousness and message behind the plate upon which a delightful cinnamon roll sits and waits for me.
So this morning I say “congratulations world.” Congratulations that Darla is here among us. Not as savior. Not as the infallible one. But as someone who has a bias toward valuing people. I’m quite confident that cinnamon rolls will not save the world. But as one of their recipients this morning I offer this heartfelt response to their maker, “I love you too.”