My mom’s here.
My mom is the most nurturing person I know. She has bottomless reserves of patience and kindness. To have her here while my daughter is ill makes me breathe more soundly. She’s reassurance incarnated.
Tonight she watched the twins while I made a childhood favorite in my dutch oven: chicken with olives and spaghetti. It’s much more complicated than that: I should come up with a fancy name for it. (Justine?) When my mom is here, food tastes more wholesome and nourishing. Why is that?
Tonight I am thankful. In the end, it’s the simple pleasures that make me the happiest. I hope I can remember that in the future.
Is there someone in your life who makes your life a better place just by being in a room with you? Who is it?