For The Kitchen That Felt Like Home

Mom, I still think about you making chicken and dumplings in the kitchen, flour spread over the granite counters, and somehow paper football showing up right in the middle of dinner coming together.

When I was younger, it just felt normal to be in a house where food, laughter, and comfort all mixed together like that. Now I understand it better. You were making home feel safe and playful at the same time, and that kind of love stays with a person.

I hope today brings you a little of that same comfort back, especially while you are still taking things one day at a time. I love you very much.