For The Warm Bag At The Door

Mom, I still remember you coming home from work with Chick-fil-A for me — tenders, waffle fries, a large lemonade, and all the sauces, BBQ, honey mustard, and Polynesian like you knew exactly what would make me happy.

At the time, I probably just thought about the food. Now I understand the care in it. You were tired from your own day, but you still thought about mine. That kind of love was quiet, practical, and exact, and it stayed with me.

I hope today brings you some comfort back in simple ways as you keep recovering. I love you very much, Mom.