How do you thank a friend that just seems to know when you need a big pot of soup to save you from another night of cereal or toaster waffles for dinner?
How do you explain to her what is does to a tired heart to see her sick, feverish, little baby eating up all those healthy veggies. Even though she just couldn't seem to scrape together the energy or the time or the ingredients to make it herself.
It's like love and kindness and comfort all in a big soup pot.
Thank you, Julia.