He Had a Dream....

Yesterday was MLK Jr. Day.

In honor of this courageous man and his call to service, I spent the evening at the Ronald McDonald House in SF.

There were five of us altogether and our mission:

To cook dinner for the 10 families that were currently staying at the house.

Yes. You read that correctly. I'm making food.

For other people.

As of right now, the majority of the families have preemie babies at the hospital. Some stay for over 6 months.

I can't even imagine. That is such a long time away from home, such a long time having a child in the hospital.

So, at 6pm we gathered. We had pots in hand, pans greased up, oven heated. Except for the fact that I have very little cooking skills, I feel like the night went well. We made two pots of hearty chili, cornbread, salad and rice krispy treats.

I was in charge of making the cornbread and by golly, I wasn't going to let anything happen to those two pans of goodness.

I was nervous though. I've never made homemade cornbread from scratch.

That's right folks. Scratch.

As soon as we finished, and the spicy aroma was filtering through the house, the families started to arrive. There were a few moms, some dads, sibilings. There was even a new family who had just checked in that night.

It made me wonder what the first night is like.

I pray for those who have to find out and hope that I never do.