My wife and 12 year-old daughter came in at about 8:00 this morning smelling, as usual, a little strong of omlettes. Their smell, now affectionately known in our home as the “BOBS” smell, pretty much permiates clothing and hair after one spends about two hours preparing and serving eggs, cheese, and sausage (the meal that Highland regularly serves at BOBS) in the kitchen at the First Christian Church .
Sheila has plenty of good-smelling stuff that will eventually replace the BOBS smell, as does Rachel. But there’s something I like about that smell. Its a reminder that two of the most precious women in my life are getting out of bed at an early hour on the occasional Friday morning so that they can have an impact in the lives of some of the neediest folks in our city.