Soup is love. Actually, all kinds of food can represent love, but this particular soup is love incarnate. When I got home this afternoon from my first day back at work, I was mentally and physically exhausted. All I could think about was a nap, not what we would have for dinner. But there was a message on the answering machine from my dear friend Elsie. She had made soup - vegetable soup - and she wanted to share. She didn't even know I was going back to work today, but somehow she knew I needed soup. After a nap I called her and replied I would be delighted to be the recipient of soup. And it was really good. Even if it hadn't been, I know I am loved.
I am very grateful for all the ways so many people cared for me during my recovery. Phone calls, cards and notes, flowers, emails, visits, prayers and food. Walks to help recover my strength, offers of whatever I needed. That's what friends do.