August 14, 2014

Like death and taxes just a few days after we got home from our trip to Trinidad, Sean started coming down with a cold. Poor thing. Summer colds are just the worst, and my boyfriend is someone who gets sick maybe once a year on average. While there wasn’t much I could do for him besides push ibuprofen and liquids while waiting for the cold to run its course, I did also whip up a batch of my mom’s chicken soup.

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