For Those Dinners At Home

Mom, I was thinking about those evenings at home when you and Greg were cooking dinner and the whole house just felt settled. Nothing dramatic had to happen. It was enough to be there, hearing life move around in the kitchen and feeling safe and sound.

I understand that more now than I did then. That kind of comfort is not small. It becomes part of a person. You helped give me a home where ordinary nights could feel steady, warm, and good.

I hope this Sunday gives a little of that steadiness back to you as you keep healing. I love you, Mom.