For Coming Home Slowly

Mom, I keep thinking about what it feels like to come home and still find you there in that familiar way, only now with both of us older and more aware of how much it means.

When I was younger, home felt like something I could count on without thinking too hard about it. Now I see that so much of that feeling came from you. Your love made a place where I could rest, and today I want that same kind of rest and protection surrounding you.

I am praying for you in every part of today, Mom — for peace, healing, steady hands around you, and a slow, gentle return in your own time. You are loved as deeply as a person can be loved.