For The Tenders You Brought Home

Mom, I still remember you driving home from work with Chick-fil-A for me — tenders, waffle fries, a large lemonade, and the sauces lined up just right: BBQ, honey mustard, and Polynesian.

At the time, I probably just thought I was getting my favorite food. Now I see the care in how exact it was. You paid attention to the little things that made me feel known, and that kind of love sticks with a person.

I hope today is gentle on you as you keep recovering and finding your rhythm again. I love you, Mom, and I have not forgotten all the ordinary ways you made me feel cared for.