I doubt I’ll probably ever really know how much love my mama has for me until I take on the role of mother myself.

How can we possibly comprehend it? We can’t. Granted, this “can’t” is full on speculation, but it seems to be a pretty right on kind of speculating.

What I do know and can comprehend: my mama is the most incredible woman in my life. She has always been a steadfast example of love itself — constantly giving and supporting. She is strong and kind and radiates beauty everywhere she goes.

She is the consummate example of what I strive to be. Thank you, Maman. I love you to the moon and back and then back again.