Saturdays Rock!

I'm not talking about the day of the week, which is obviously superior to the previous five days, especially during football season. I'm talking about Aaron and Jenna Saturday. The Saturdays go to church with us and are part of our Sunday evening small group (or Life Group.) They took the first shift of bringing us meals as we settle in with the Coopster. I should mention here that Aaron has his own catering company. And not just any catering company; Aaron caters the skyboxes at Bryant Denny Stadium. That's like being the chef at the Vatican, as far as I'm concerned. Better, actually.

So Aaron shows up here last night, and I'm expecting a couple of covered dishes. Instead, I find myself helping him carry something that looks like a portable oven by Rubbermaid. He swings the door open and pulls out a catering pan with some chocolate chip cookies, then a bag of rolls and another pan, this one full of green beans almondine. Next came a pan of Dreamland ribs (manna for the modern man). I thought he was done. Then out came pulled pork BBQ, baked potato casserole and baked beans. Our entire countertop was covered with food!

Now the Saturdays are expecting a new baby themselves, which leaves me wondering how I can ever repay such a kind gesture -- not that it was done with thought of repayment. Right now, I'm thinking we should prepare them at least a similar meal. Better yet, we could take them food and provide waiters to serve it. Nah, not good enough. I have to remodel their kitchen. I have to take them meals for a month to be served by a 24-hour-a-day wait staff in their remodeled -- and expanded -- commercial-grade designer kitchen. Or maybe I should buy them an RV. I'm not really sure how an RV would help with a new baby, but I've got to do something.

I was going to hook up with some of my tailgating buddies for celebratory cigars last night, but instead I had them come here to help us with some of the BBQ. We never actually got to those cigars. Maybe this weekend.

Thanks to Aaron and Jenna for making our week. Well, for making our week better. I think the whole baby coming home thing actually made our week.