For The Love Around The Table

Mom, I keep thinking about those nights when you and Greg were cooking dinner and the house just felt settled. Nothing huge had to happen. It was enough to hear dinner coming together and feel like I was safe at home.

Now I understand how much love it takes to make ordinary life feel that steady. You gave me comfort before I even knew how to ask for it, and I still carry that with me.

Today I am praying that comfort comes back around you in a hundred quiet ways. Slow, steady, protected, and loved — that is how I hope this healing season feels for you. I love you so much, Mom.