For The Comfort That Stayed

Mom, I keep thinking about the simple nights at home when nothing big was happening, but I could feel cared for anyway. The house moving along, dinner somewhere in the background, and that steady feeling that I was safe right where I was.

Now that I’m older, I understand that kind of peace was not small. It was one of the ways you loved me every day, so quietly that I did not always know to name it.

I hope this Saturday feels easy on you as you keep getting steadier. I love you very much, Mom.