I’m writing this from the “comfort” of my own bed, where I’ve spent most of the last two days.
Don’t get me wrong, the actual bed in itself is comfortable, but the coughing, headache and fever makes anywhere quite uncomfortable at the moment.
I woke up this afternoon after some hours of fever dreams, feeling a slight bit of hunger, but not really wanting my leftovers from yesterday.
Going to the store was out of the question considering the state I’m in where going to the bathroom takes all the energy I can muster. Hoping for a tiny miracle, I had a look in my freezer. Guess what?! I found an everyday miracle right there! A small box with the label: Pumpkin soup 2018 C.
I had completely forgotten that my dad had made a batch of vegan pumpkin soup for me to bring home with me a few months ago. I ate one of them and then decided to save the rest ones for a rainy day. The rainy day came, and there it was, my savior in a plastic box.
I almost started crying right then and there. Yes, I get slightly more emotional and vulnerable when I’m sick.
Just found myself so moved and grateful for the little things! The small acts of love that means so much more than we give them credit for.
I heated up the soup and for a tiny moment when eating it, I was in total bliss, fever and all❤️
It’s all the little things that makes up for the big thing that is our life. And sometimes a box of homemade soup can be the little thing that creates a moment of total happiness, love and gratitude. Don’t underestimate the strength and importance of small acts of care and love❤️