Soup night began as a simple act of kindness—a pot of homemade soup shared with a neighbor who had nowhere else to go on Christmas Eve. Eventually, we began inviting everyone we knew from old friends and distant relatives to coworkers and acquaintances, welcoming anyone in need of warmth and company. After our son, Ben, was born in 2004, the tradition became even more important; it was our way of teaching him the true meaning of community and generosity. With every passing year, Soup Night grew—children played underfoot, guests returned with stories to share, and our home became a haven where new faces always found welcome and old friends become family. To this day, we try and host a soup night every month or so, keeping the spirit of connection alive beyond the holidays and reminding ourselves that kindness is a gift best shared regularly.