This photo of my mother and I has always been a favorite of mine. I don't necessarily know why. I find myself staring into the eyes of that little being wondering what it must have been like for my mother to hold her first born child. Did she wonder even then what would become of this tiny life whom she carried inside her body for months? I'm sure there were plenty of times later in life when she longed for those days when she could just wrap me up and hold me in her arms. I spent lunch this mother's day around my grandmother's dining room table with my brother and my wife. I've been fortunate to have some amazing women in my life who have loved me and who have taught me to love: My mother, my wife, my grandmother who suffers through her alzheimer's inflicted husband, my grandmother whose passionate faith and love for her family have not been dampened by death, my mother-in-law. Where would I be without these women? I'd be nowhere... and I'd be there without clean underwear.