Angels + Angel Food Cake

Last weekend, I made an angel food cake for a friend's mother blessing— a soft, sacred circle of women gathering to honor her crossing into motherhood. We stood around the kitchen island together, weaving flower blessings, telling stories, offering prayers and warm touch and quiet nods of knowing.

And I kept thinking—this is what women do.

We become the angels in each other’s lives. Not the kind with halos or wings, but the kind who show up—with food, with flowers, with the exact words needed in the exact moment. We bring our presence like an offering. We hold the edge of the ceremony— but also the messy middle.

We walk alongside one another through every season. The late-night phone calls after the first heartbreak. The long walks before a big crossroads. The double-shot coffee dates after a big leap. The hands on the shoulders during labor. The nod across the room in a crowd full of people.

We grow into our womanhood by walking with other women. By watching each other rise, and fall, and rise again. By witnessing birth— not just of children, but of selves. We watch each other in the uniqueness of our mothering, hat phrase you said. That affirmation you offered. That dinner you made." Most often, without realizing we're even doing it, we're teaching.

And isn’t that a kind of love story too?

The way we quietly midwife each other’s becoming. The way we guide each other back to self.

Angels. Women are all simply that: angels. 

So here’s my offering to you this week, an angel food cake recipe. Bring it to a woman who mothers you, befriends you, blesses you like the angel she is. Bring it to the ones who know that the kitchen counter is a kind of altar in and of itself.

Angel Food Cake