“The first thing that comes to mind when I think of my mother is…”

Her smile. But not just in the physical or visual sense… She has a subtle yet formidably strong comfort and warmth to her entire being – something impossible not to witness in the tender wistfulness of her delicate yet impassioned joy.

Her emotions are genuine, fully felt and even when she attempts to withhold them, most often completely obvious. This potent authenticity is deliciously infectious. Her smile has a natural and unassuming way of making me feel like I’m basking in the pure essence of her happiness as well.

When my mother smiles, the whole world becomes a brighter and kinder place. She’s got a bit of playful laughter dancing in her eyes, tempered by a deep and cavernous knowing that is fed by her insatiable hunger for learning, serving and loving. This juxtaposition of innocence and wisdom is intoxicating and delightful.

I absolutely adore my mother. I am so grateful to bare witness to the majesty of her smile. I am so very blessed by her continual generosity of spirit and soul.

I am the woman I am because of the support, power and inspiration all embedded within my mother’s smile…

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