Life began with waking up and loving my mother's face.

The babe at first feeds upon the mother's bosom, but it is always on her heart.

Mama was my greatest teacher, a teacher of compassion, love and fearlessness. If love is sweet as a flower, then my mother is that sweet flower of love.

When my mother had to get dinner for 8 she'd just make enough for 16 and only serve half.

The love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father.