A song

There's a song, "There Will Be Time" by Mumford & Sons with Baaba Maal, do you know it? It's been playing in my head lately, over and over, on repeat. I don't know if it's supposed to be about a place or a person, but it doesn't matter. When I hear the chorus, it's all about your Mom:

        In the cold light I live to love and adore you
        It's all that I am, it's all that I have
        In the cold light I live, I only live for you
        It's all that I am, it's all that I have

My eyes well up as the highlight reel of our life together plays in my mind: finally asking her to go out with me after years of being best friends; our wedding day; your births; every soccer game, cross-country meet, concert, etc. of yours we've been to together.

Through it all, your Mom has always been the kindest, most empathic, most generally wonderful person I've known. I brought a decidedly different view of things to the table, but day by day, year after year, I've tried to get closer to seeing the world through her eyes. My glass may never be as full as Mom's, but the level is inching up. It's the only sensible way to be, really. Look at the joy on everyone's faces in the video as they make music together. That is your Mom to me in a nutshell.



I don't have a good way to relate this to cooking, so for one of the few times there's no recipe here. Just love and appreciation for everything Mom does for our family in keeping us all together, wherever we may be.