The cake arrived and was a bit plain. Soon, my eldest waltzed into church with a bouquet of flowers. Our neighborhood florist has been giving her a handful of flowers since she was 5. She donated her flowers to me, and I put them all around the cake!
These beautiful women are from a surrounding country. I asked if I could take their picture, and they agreed.
Later they blessed us so much in song.
Here's our dear Turkish friend S, and his sweet kids singing in their language.
I was so blessed that day. And to hear the music in so many different languages gave me a little taste of heaven.