For The Bag You Brought Home

Mom, I still remember you coming home from work with Chick-fil-A for me — tenders, waffle fries, a large lemonade, and all the sauces like you knew exactly what would make me happy: BBQ, honey mustard, and Polynesian.

Back then, I probably just thought, good, dinner is here. Now I understand the love in how specific it was. You noticed the little things. You brought comfort home after your own long day, and somehow made it feel easy.

I hope today brings you some of that same comfort back, especially as you keep finding your steadiness after surgery. I love you, Mom.