Sundays are for Soup

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.