It wasn't an easy task for her - I was not easy. I remember, she remained occupied with me all the time. She'd hug me, kiss me, watch cartoons with me. Make me french fries and we would have picnics in the backyard. I was the center of her world.
There is only one woman we see who has such beauty, charisma, and style. There is a woman, a captivating lady of such grace. A lady with all the love in the world to give. This exquisite human being has this heart, this enormous heart that is almost as big as her smile. Oh, and her smile can not only melt our heart, but fulfill our souls with such warmth and pleasure. Her eyes, her remarkable eyes. They show the impeccable strength and courage she depicts every day. They reflect all the triumphs and the strife she has encountered in her life. You see, this woman of such admiration is no other than your very own mother. That is correct. The barer of your being.
And my mother... she is beautiful, softened at the edges and tempered with a spine of steel. I want to grow old and be like her.
