For Dinner Feeling Safe

Mom, I keep thinking about those evenings at home when you and Greg were cooking dinner and everything just felt settled. Nothing dramatic had to be happening. The house itself felt safe and sound because you were there, making ordinary life feel comfortable.

I did not know how much that mattered when I was younger. I just knew I could relax. Now I understand that kind of peace is something a person carries for a long time, and so much of mine started with you.

I hope today brings you some of that same comfort back as you keep recovering and finding your steadiness. I love you, Mom.