I was laying down on the grass. My head was in her lap, and she caressed it adoringly.                  
She read:
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"She was absolutely gorgeous. Around her shone the nameless charms, unmarked by her alone.
The light of love, the purity of grace, the mind, the music breathing from her face!
The heart whose softness harmonized the whole, and, Oh! Those eyes in themselves were a soul."

She paused, and I eased myself from the ground. Sitting up, I looked her in the eyes. She eyed me with such tenderness that mine watered a little.
She said, then:

- "What I just read; it is you. I see you that way. I love you, honey."

Her voice was hoarse, dripping emotion.

A sole, lonely tear fell, wetting my cheek, and I smiled shyly.

I really do love my mom. **Tons.