For The Dinners That Settled Me

Mom, I keep thinking about those evenings at home when you and Greg were cooking dinner and the whole house felt comfortable without anyone having to say much. It was just the sound of life happening, food coming together, and me feeling safe and sound in the middle of it.

I did not understand then how much work and love it takes to make ordinary days feel that steady. Now I see that you were giving me more than dinner. You were giving me a place to rest, a place to belong, and a feeling of home I still carry.

I hope today feels gentle on you as you keep finding your steadiness. I love you, Mom.