For Flour On The Counter

Mom, I still picture the kitchen when you were making chicken and dumplings, flour spread out over the granite counters, and somehow paper football becoming part of the scene while dinner was coming together.

At the time, I probably just thought it was fun and normal. Now I see how much that says about the kind of home you made. There was food, play, warmth, and safety all mixed together. You made being cared for feel easy, not heavy.

I hope today feels kind to you as you keep getting your steadiness back. I love you, Mom.