My parents recently came to help us out during a very rough time.
During their stay, my mother had delicious, healthy meals on the table at the end of each day.
The first evening she was no longer there, Jackson and I walked into the house together after a long day at work and school.
He stepped into the sun room, glanced at the kitchen table and looked up at my face.
"Mama?" he asked. "Why don't you have dinner on the table?"