Mom,
There are so many things I understood late.
When I was younger, I noticed the big things. Now I find myself thinking about the quiet ones: the way you remembered small details, the way you made ordinary days feel safe, and the way you kept showing up even when you were tired.
Thank you for the kind of care that looked simple at the time and feels extraordinary to me now.
Thank you for the patience I leaned on without always seeing it. Thank you for the strength that never needed to announce itself. Thank you for making love feel steady, practical, and real.
A lot of what is good in me was shaped by you ♥ long before I knew how to name it.
I just wanted to say this properly: your love has stayed with me in more ways than I can count, and I carry it with me every day.