For The Way Home Stayed With Me

Mom, I’ve been thinking about how many of my best memories with you are not big dramatic moments, but ordinary scenes — being around the house, food coming together, laughter nearby, and that feeling that I could just relax and be myself.

Now that I’m older, I understand that kind of comfort was something you built over time. It was in the way you paid attention, the way you made everyday life feel safe, and the way home seemed to have your care running through it.

I hope today feels kind to you and gives you a little more steadiness and ease. I love you, Mom.