For The Flour On The Counter

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

When I was younger, I just knew it felt fun and normal and good. Now I understand there was so much love in that scene. You made home feel warm without making it serious, and you made being cared for feel easy.

I hope today is steady and gentle for you as you keep recovering. I love you, Mom, and I’m glad I get to carry memories like that with me.