For Those Dinners At Home

Mom, I was thinking about evenings at home when you and Greg were cooking dinner and the whole house just felt settled. Nothing had to be dramatic for it to matter. It was just dinner coming together, familiar voices, and that feeling that I was safe and sound where I belonged.

Now that I’m older, I understand how much that kind of ordinary peace means. You helped make home feel like a place where I could rest, not just a place where I lived. That is a bigger gift than I knew how to see at the time.

I hope this Sunday is gentle on you as you keep getting your steadiness back. I love you, Mom.