For The Flour On The Counter

Mom, I still think about you making chicken and dumplings in the kitchen, with flour spread over the granite counters and paper football somehow showing up right in the middle of dinner coming together.

I did not know then how much that kind of memory would stay with me. Now I see it as one of those little pictures of home: food, play, warmth, and you making ordinary life feel safe without making a big deal out of it.

I hope this Saturday feels steady and comfortable for you as you keep recovering. I love you very much, Mom.