It's almost Mother's Day and expediency prompts me to be days early in speaking thanks to my precious Mama for exemplifying pristine character in her vocation to cause our flourishing.
Beauty has always been my mother's middle name. She was muse to her University, and a princess to all those whom she met. Her devotion to Papa may be described as epic. To this day, the fragrance of her family devotion rises beyond any cloud and unto azure heights.
When I turn to her countenance, I see the face of the sweet Redeemer.
Thank you for your life and love, dearest mother.
My dearest Mama, age 84. Feels like 18.