Dear Mom,

I stumbled over a few loved but long forgotten words this morning.
Wasn't even thinking about you or your birthday when I started to read.
Was thinking just of you (with tears in my eyes) when I finished.  

"All through the years of babyhood, childhood, and youth, yes, even after her girls themselves become mothers and her sons become fathers, the mother tenderly, lovingly sacrifices for them her time, her comfort, her pleasures, her needed rest and recreation, and, if necessary, health and life itself.  No language can express the power and beauty and heroism of a mother's love." 
David O. McKay

No language can express. 
Happy Birthday,
Lori