A Sweeter Adoption Cake
Last month we celebrated the first anniversary of our daughter’s adoption day. I went to Target to get a cake and for some reason I was suddenly nervous about asking the cake decorator to inscribe “Happy Adoption Day, Gracie.” I wasn’t ashamed. I just wasn’t sure what the response would be and didn’t feel like answering questions.
The bakery manager was an older guy – probably in his seventies. He came around the counter and had me write out the inscription on a form. As he started to read it back to me he paused and nodded.
“Happy Adoption Day, Gracie,” he read. “Is there anything else you’d like on the cake? Flowers?”
“Maybe some fall leaves,” I said.
He handed the form over the counter to the cake decorator. “Ours came home 50 years ago,” he said. “Such a blessing.”
“You adopted?” I asked.
He nodded just as he had when he read the form.
“Was it local?”
“Back then, it all worked through the church. They paired y’up with a girl who was pregnant – who was gonna give a baby up.” He paused again. “You got what you got. If it was twins, you got twins. If it was blind, then it was blind. However it was made, that’s what y’got. If it was hard, you worked through it – ‘course you had the church to help.” He looked at the cakes on display. “Such a blessing.”
Sufficient to say, this was not the encounter I anticipated – not in my wildest dreams. Such a blessing indeed.
I think Gracie’s cake was a little sweeter for having had that encounter. It was to me at least.