Last Epiphany Exodus 34:29-35; Luke 9:28-36 My youngest daughter, Maya, will turn 9 years old on Tuesday. Which makes me feel a bit nostalgic. Just yesterday she was my baby, happily toddling after her older brother and sister. A naturally joyful person, she was just as excited about a trip to the grocery store as a trip to the zoo, so she transformed our boring chores into adventures just by her presence. And now she is this big kid -- a total extrovert who loves making slime and turning cartwheels. Sometimes Maya’s birthday is just a regular day. Every once in a while it falls on Ash Wednesday (which makes celebrating a little hard). This year, it’s on Shrove Tuesday, which is perfect for her! Because Maya is our pancake fairy. In our house, whenever we find ourselves with a free Saturday morning, Maya and I make pancakes. We work side by side, laughing and sniffing and tasting -- and sometimes pretending we are competing on a Chopped championship. Often there is
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