I spied this while waiting for sandwiches in Flour Bakery this weekend in Boston. I just love it. Six words manage to say so much. You see yourself at a kitchen table with legs swinging, to short to reach the ground, the one voice on the other end of the phone that makes yours tremble no matter how strong you've been, or the hug that feels so encompassing and safe you could melt and stay there for the rest of your life. It's nice knowing no matter how tough life gets we have "soup" in some form to help it go down easier. And if we're lucky -- it's some good Jewish Matzoh Ball, or Chicken :). Hope everyone has fantastic Mondays !