My mom likes to take care of people. It's reflected in her choice of careers--nurse, mother, priest. Since I've been sick, she's tried to help me get back on my feet with medicine and food and love. She picked me up from work tonight and gave me a bag filled with the following:

6 juice boxes
3 mini Snickers bars
1 jug of grapefruit juice
1 can tomato soup
1 can chow mein noodles
1 can ginger ale
1 can cola
1 bottle of "Stress Formula" vitamins

She also bought me a taco on the way home. Random, but loving. I suppose that's the only way I'd want my family to be.