For Those Dinners At Home

Mom, I was thinking about those evenings at home with you and Greg cooking dinner, when everything felt comfortable and settled and I could just be safe and sound there.

I did not have words for it then. I just knew home felt right. Now I understand that kind of peace does not happen by accident. You helped make ordinary nights feel steady, warm, and easy to rest inside.

I hope today gives a little of that comfort back to you as you keep finding your rhythm again. I love you, Mom.