Dear Mom
Tomorrow is Mother's Day. Well, for at least some people. Ever since I served a mission in Mexico I've been trying to promote the concept of Mother's Day on May 10th every year instead of the second Sunday, but so far no luck. So, for now, we'll celebrate tomorrow. I've always found the phrase "words cannot describe" to be a little odd. When you think about it, words are all we really have to describe something. But in writing about my Mom and what she means to me, I can appreciate the sentiment. Words alone do not seem adequate, but since they're all I've got I'll try to use some. First, I'll borrow some words from Joseph Smith: "We believe in being honest, true, chaste, benevolent, virtuous, and in doing good to all men; indeed, we may say that we follow the admonition of Paul—We believe all things, we hope all things, we have endured many things, and hope to be able to endure all things. If there is anything virtuou