Egg Drop Soup

Egg Drop Soup.  Bringing it to me = loving me.  

Choosing the largest container means you heart me whole bunches.

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I've had a sinus cold for over a week.  And by day seven, I'm truly one of the least appealing wives living in the southeast right now.   All of the sniffing, coughing, hacking, blowing and wheezing is draining me so you can imagine the vision of me with puffy, watery eyes, swollen red nose and phlemgy voice really adds that "little something."  I am living the NyQuil commericial without any monetary compensation.

But every day, I get up and drag myself to the shower, do the bare minumum for grooming then head to work.  I'm not giving in because let's face it, there are women going through more than a mucus battle who show up and do their jobs.  I'm not complaining but I am letting the rough side drag as they say.  Through all of this annoying sickness and fifteen years of marriage, today my husband surprised me with a container of Egg Drop Soup.  With remenants of tissues stuck to my hands, I gripped that warm container and fell in love all over again.  It had been so long since I had tasted it.  (You thought I meant fell in love with my husband.  Aren't you the romantic?) 

Warm, delicious liquid-gooey sunshine heating my throat and delighting my tummy.  Even my pounding head stopped complaining long enough to enjoy the steam rising from the plastic take out tub.  My manners left with the last box of Kleenex and I drank the soup straight from the container.  Who has time for a spoon when you can let it pour straight down your throat?  The burned tongue was worth every drop.  

Egg Drop Soup is one of my love languages.  It shows me that you know what makes me feel better when I'm suffering through a cold or a sore throat.  It's comfort food.  And even though my husband hates it, he knows I love it.  It's like Manwich to him.  Lord knows that stuff is gross, but I make it for him because he enjoys it.    

Marriage isn't just about compromise and give and take.  It has a lot to do with thinking of the other person more than you think of yourself, especially when they're sick.

Confucious say "Bring her soup." 

 

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3 John 1:2 - Dear friend, I hope all is well with you and that you are as healthy in body as you are strong in spirit.