Soup for My Sick Wife

My wife has a cold. I gave it to her after the kids gave it to me. Luckily enough, I guess, we didn't have to have it at the same time, so that today, when I realized she really wasn't feeling good, I got up, went to the store, and got the ingredients to start making her some chicken soup -- totally from scratch. It was fun to make except that it took most of the day to make and then led to me burning my tongue so bad that I'm still kind of feeling it several hours later.

The ironic bit is that she was busy and not feeling that well last night too, so I ran to the grocery store to get a few things we needed, but she usually rebounds really quickly from little colds, so I didn't even think about the chicken soup thing... just about being in a hurry because it was late, because she told me to (I totally shop like a woman, which I'm told, in a grocery store, is shopping like a man... but I do it everywhere). I did manage to get all of the stuff for the older child, Moody and Sullen, to hopefully start getting ahead of her eczema (bleach and shower caps so she can take bleachy baths and heal herself up). This is, of course, after I spent almost four hours playing psycholodad to the somewhat weird child because I firmly stand on my belief that her teenage angst and stress is the main source of her unrelenting skin itch -- this while my wife and mom took off to do yoga in another city a couple of hours away for the evening.

The soup was amazing. I'll never be content eating chicken noodle soup from a can again (actually, that was already the case). She ate three helpings over the course of the evening and had to talk herself out of a fourth a few minutes ago. Just seeing the picture of it that we took:
made her growl a hearty, healthy "Mmmmm!" all over again.