This is my mother. She moved away from her husband, home and family for an entire year...for my family. She payed for an apartment across the street from us, and every morning would come over at 2 and leave at 5, because that was her shift with the babies. She almost never slept during those hours. Did I mention she did this for a year? She came with me to countless appointments. She'd spend the night in the hospital with our babies so we could sleep. She was there when Hazel almost died and she was there when Lucy did die. When she said she understood what we were going through she did, not only because she had a child die, but because she went through our experience with us. Growing up there were times she was my only friend. She always lets me talk and talk, even if she's heard it all before. I've never doubted my mother's love. She takes less for herself, so she can give more to others. I love you Momma!