For A Slow Safe Morning

Mom, I keep thinking about those ordinary evenings at home when dinner was happening in the background and the house had that calm feeling to it. Not a big event, not anything fancy — just the kind of night where you could breathe because you were there.

Now I understand that peace like that does not just appear. You helped make it. You gave me a home where love felt steady enough to trust, and I carry that more than I probably ever told you.

Today I am praying that steadiness surrounds you right back. Slow is okay. Rest is enough. I love you so much, Mom, and I hope you feel protected, prayed over, and loved through every quiet part of this healing day.