Apparently, no matter how old I am, there are some things that just make me feel safe and comfortable.  When I started to get a little stomach ache last weekend, my first thought was, “Kamran, I need you to go to the grocery store and get me some Mrs. Grass’s soup.  STAT!”  Ok, maybe I didn’t yell it out like a member of SEAL Team 6, but I was pretty sure that my Dad’s favorite chicken soup would make me better.

Well, that little stomach ache turned into a few days in the hospital, but I was covered.  Kam brought me a nice, soft, blanket, and Mom sent me new pajamas and fuzzy slippers.  Seriously, some things never change.

And now, since getting out, my diet pretty much consists entirely of cinnamon toast and pudding, a la Dad and Grandma.  This thing doesn’t stand a chance.

But really, I’m just so grateful to be surrounded by such an amazing family.  I remember getting sick once right after I first moved to Chicago, and feeling totally helpless because I simply didn’t know anybody I could call.  And now, I have a husband who will stay with me no matter how stressful or scary things get.  A guy who doesn’t hesitate to find me life-giving soup and soft blankets, and spend the night in the hospital with me.  Sometimes I need to remember how lucky I am.

So even though it’s a few days after Thanksgiving, I’m still Giving Thanks.

Photo Credit: J Shipley