For Coming Home Again

Mom, I keep thinking about what it feels like to come home from out of town now and stay with you as an adult. It is different than when I was a kid, but it still has that familiar feeling underneath it.

I understand now that home did not disappear when I got older. It changed with us. There is something really sweet about still being your son, but also getting to know you as two grown people sharing life in a new way.

I hope today feels steady and kind to you as you keep recovering. I love you, Mom, and I am glad home still includes you.