For Those Evenings At Home

Mom, I was thinking about those evenings at home when you and Greg were cooking dinner and everything just felt comfortable and settled. Nothing huge had to be happening. I just remember feeling safe and sound in my own home.

I did not have the words for it then, but I understand it better now. That kind of peace does not happen by accident. You helped make ordinary nights feel steady enough to rest in, and that has stayed with me more than I knew at the time.

I hope today gives you some of that same comfort back as you keep finding your steadiness. I love you very much, Mom.