For Being Known In The Little Things

Mom, I was thinking about how you would come home from work with Chick-fil-A for me, and it was never just random food. It was the tenders, the waffle fries, the large lemonade, and the right sauces: BBQ, honey mustard, and Polynesian.

I understand that differently now. You were tired from your own day, but you still paid attention to the details that made me feel known. That kind of care has stayed with me because it was so ordinary and so exact.

I hope today feels steady and kind to you as you keep healing and getting more comfortable in your own rhythm again. I love you, Mom.