For Those Dinners At Home

Mom, I was thinking about those evenings when you and Greg were cooking dinner and the house just felt settled. Nothing huge had to be happening. It was enough to be there, safe and sound, with dinner coming together and that comfortable feeling around us.

I did not have words for it then, but now I understand how much that kind of home matters. You helped make ordinary life feel like a place I could rest inside. That is one of the gifts I keep appreciating more as I get older.

I hope today gives you some of that same steady comfort back, especially as you keep taking recovery one day at a time. I love you, Mom.