For The Warm Bag At The Door

Mom, I still remember you driving home from work with Chick-fil-A for me — tenders, waffle fries, a large lemonade, and all the sauces I liked: BBQ, honey mustard, and Polynesian.

At the time, I probably just felt excited to eat. Now I understand how much love was in that kind of attention. You knew the details, and you made ordinary days feel cared for in a way that still stays with me.

I hope this Sunday feels comfortable and steady for you. I love you very much, Mom.