For The Warm Bag At The Door

Mom, I still remember you coming home from work with Chick-fil-A for me — tenders, waffle fries, a large lemonade, and all the sauces: BBQ, honey mustard, and Polynesian too. It was such a normal thing, but it felt like comfort walking through the door.

Now I understand that love often looked like you remembering the exact little things that made me happy. You paid attention in ways I probably took for granted then, but I do not take them for granted now.

I hope today feels steady and kind as you keep recovering, and I hope you know how much your son loves you.