Back in 2019 I wrote a post called French Onion Ceiling.
It tells the story of how I dropped a steaming bowl of French Onion soup, how it splattered everywhere (even the ceiling), and how Maru reversed my foul mood as we cleaned by cracking jokes about how our ceiling never looked so good.
History repeated itself today. This time it was a smoothie. It went all over the carpet. And I was the culprit. Again. Does anyone else see a theme here?
Maru’s first words when she saw the mess, and my frustration, and before we even started to clean up, was, “French Onion Soup.”
On this International Women’s Day, when there are already so many reasons to celebrate the amazing women in our lives, Maru gave me yet another reason.
It’s the daily acts of care, empathy, patience, and love that add up to a lifetime worth sharing together.