10/05/2026
Somewhere between growing up and growing older…
we started noticing the little things.
The way home always felt warmer because you were in it.
The way you somehow knew when something was wrong, even when we said “nothing.”
The way you gave us everything first… and quietly kept yourself for later.
Mothers have a strange way of loving.
Through reminders, through sacrifices, through scolding, through checking if we reached home safely, through asking if we ate, even when they themselves forgot to rest.
And maybe that’s why no single day will ever feel enough to celebrate you.
To the women who made home feel like home,
who became our first safe place,
our first best friend,
our forever comfort…
Happy Mother’s Day 🤍
