My mom called and I was in bed sick.
I'm sure I had covid...again.
and my kids tested positive.
It was discouraging to have to quarentine.
The next thing I know, my mom was at the door with a huge pot of homemade chicken noodle soup and her famous sugar cookies.
My mom is 84 years old and she has her own set of heartaches right now, but she keeps going, looking outside of herself. She has had a lonely year, missing my dad on top of a pandemic where she has been really isolated in her grief. She is the epitome of enduring to the end.
Really grateful for her love, example and her care....and her soup.
