Most Sundays make me feel closer to my grandmother.
Because most Sundays I make a big pot of soup,
like she always did.
I have so many memories of being in her kitchen.
So many memories of her patiently teaching me ~
never with a recipe.
A dash of this,
a smidge of that.
I think she's the reason I have such a love of soup.
And I do have a big love of soup ~
just ask any of my work friends.
It's my go to lunch or sometimes even breakfast,
depending on the shift I'm working.
Homemade soup is like a warm hug filled with love.
I miss Gigi's hugs.
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