an accepted offering

we spent mothers day making the long journey home from utah. this upset mia because she'd planned on making me breakfast in bed- soup was on the menu. i assured her that we could do it another time. the time never came. each time she'd request to cook the soup, i'd have a new reason why she couldn't.

pan to late afternoon when miss mia had been in a world of trouble. she came to my room carrying a sloshing blue bowl with eyes full of freshly welled tears. she made a sincere apology for her transgressions. then head hanging low handed me the soup- 'i made you your soup mommy (sob), i hope you like it (sniff).'

i picked up the spoon and ate from her offering. i had no idea what it was, the white stuff floating on the top was particularly worrisome, but i ate gratefully. grateful for a daughter with such heart.

(come to find out the ingredients were as follows- bottled water, raspberry vinaigrette, grated parmesan, bbq sauce, and honey.)