Heritage

I baked several cakes yesterday (7 in fact) for a little get together of the girls in the Kindergarten class.  I wanted to use a small heart cake pan that I own, but I couldn't (for the life of me) find it.  This is not surprise, as I often can not find things in my home.  Anyway, I decided that I would bake slightly larger cakes.  I figured, this would give the girls a larger surface area to cover.  I pulled out two 9 inch, round cake pans and started baking. 

Today, I was washing those pans.  (Don't judge me...  I do wash my dishes frequently the next day.)  As I was scrubbing out the cake residue, I started thinking about the pan itself.  You see, this pan was Handsome Prince's grandmother's.  It was given to her daughter, my mother-in-law, and then in turn to me.  I started to think about how I was using the same pan that she used to bake her cakes in.  I never had the chance to meet Handsome Prince's grandmother, but whenever he speaks of her, he has this sweet, loving remembrance in his eyes.  He describes her as a kind woman, who loved the Lord.  As, I cleaned that pan, I hoped and prayed that someday I would be described that way by my grandchildren.  And maybe, they would use this pan, to bake their children a cake.