Sometimes love is spelled s-o-u-p...

I have been just a little bit under the weather today. Headache and upset stomach, but since it wasn't dire enough to stay tucked up in bed all day I still had to do mother type things. You know, feed them and stuff. Caite came down and we watched movies and knit all day, which was lovely and relaxing. But after she left the kids hit their stir-crazy phase. (Have you ever seen a cat go stir-crazy where they run around and jump on the furniture and try to pounce on their own shadows. Yeah, my kids do that in the early evening too.)

By the time Brian got home I was pretty well done for, so I declared it a cold cereal for dinner kind of night. I sat on the couch while the kids ate cereal, and realized that all I wanted was soup. Actually what I really wanted was soup that I didn't have to cook. Even opening a can and heating it up in the microwave seemed like too much work. Brian was passing through the room and asked me what was wrong. I told him I was wanting soup. So when he went to return the videos he stopped and bought me a cup of soup from Kneader's. Such a simple act of service, but it was just what I needed tonight- someone taking care of me for a change. I really love that man...