For the Soul
Our dear neighbor is a nurse but that’s not why Kris texted her Monday. He texted her because I knew she had Emergen-C from a recent trip and that sounded like the absolute best thing in the world after retching for several hours. (It is no coincidence drinking this during labor is one of my most vivid and pleasant memories of the experience.) But donning her nurse’s cap, she assessed Emergen-C as too acidic and instead brought over homemade chicken soup. Still hot.
Another friend left a message saying I could call her and she would make the FOUR AND A HALF HOUR drive to come help. Despite having her own 15 month old at home.
Um, you all are the greatest. Thank you for the tonic and balm. With my mind right and my body close enough, I say again with love, thank you.