Monday, 2 November 2009
This is more than a salad
Whenever things get a bit much for me, my Mum will step in with a salad. She made me one just like this the night I came home from hospital with my firstborn. Complete with her Delia Smith dressing in a jam jar.
And she made one again for me today and dropped it round whilst I was at work. She knows a salad is required often even before I do by the tone in my voice on the phone, or just plain instinct that I've got a lot on my plate. And this little gesture of someone caring enough to buy and chop all these ingredients and make the dressing for me always has the desired effect. I feel loved.
So thank you Mum for this salad and for all the salads you have made me. They mean a lot to me.
And thank you Dad for driving it over (and everything else you do for me).