Journal



#1,895 Mama.

It was another intense and difficult and long day at the shop that made my brain feel like a tangled up necklace (you know what I’m talking about), and this afternoon when I received a text from my mama that said, “I’m making y’all a big pot of ranch stew for dinner. Bringing it over in a little while.” I felt like crying at her thoughtfulness–because she knew she might not be able to help me with my work, but she definitely knows how to help me with my heart. 

I wouldn’t let her bring it to us, I wanted to be there at home for dinner. It feels so good to eat your favorite thing at mama’s house doesn’t it?