Say nothing..yet she hears you..knows you..understands you.

She is someone you know. She is someone you admire. She is someone you respect. And most importantly, she is someone you love. Our life is but a mere reflection of everything that she stands for. Our finest qualities are her gifts. Our success is the outcome of years of her efforts. Life is beautiful. What makes it so? Surely, her love and warmth. Those first steps as an innocent toddler. Those first steps as a curious teenager. Those first steps as a young man. She has seen them all. But, to her they still are only an extension of the first few kicks you gave inside her. For her, that first kick is the most memorable..And the first time she set her gaze upon you..perhaps her life's most blissful moment. And the first time she held you in her arms..the most sacred and endearing moment of her life...Ours too.

Your life is an empty canvas. With her strong will and charming grace..she paints the most enduring painting in the world..A new life..God provides the canvas. And she colors it...And her art stands the test of time. An old Irish saying puts it in the simplest terms..A boys best friend is his mother and there's no spancel stronger than her apron string. At heart..every boy is a "Momma's Boy". And I claim to be no different.

Say nothing...yet she hears you..knows you..and understands you. All I can say to her is this:
However, the wind blows..Yet, the flame endures...Sublime. You are the spirit. You are the flame. And in your light..the world glows.

Have a great Mother's Day....