For The Flour On The Counter

Mom, I still think about the kitchen when you would make chicken and dumplings, with flour on the granite counters and paper football somehow showing up right in the middle of dinner coming together.

When I was younger, I probably just thought that was a normal night at home. Now I understand how special it was that care could feel that warm and that playful at the same time. You made home feel fed, safe, and alive.

I hope today brings you a little comfort as you keep finding your rhythm again. I love you, Mom.