My Mom

is more amazing than words could describe.

One of the many downfalls of language is how finite it is. While there are endless variations of language, both written and spoken, at the end of the road there is a wall of which words could only dream of scaling with their grappling hooks of arbitrary meaning. Yet, it is within these walls that surround language that we all find ourselves living.

I believe that love is a concept that is far greater than any language that has ever been created. From the moment that God decided to create the universe, He chose to love His creation and the act of creating itself. After all, God didn’t have to create anything.

The omnipotence of God is so grand that He could have lived throughout eternity without ever creating us, and frankly, love itself—as we think of it in our limited capacity. As we all know, that isn’t how the story played out. He chose to create love as not only a feeling, but a concept—an action that demanded attention. If God was to create something out of nothing, He must have wanted to love it—lest He just abide in the heavens above, in a place that seemingly defies all rules of physics known to mankind. And wanting to love something requires the seeds of love to be sown inside of oneself before they ever start their imaginative and creative journey.

My mom loves me more than I could ever possibly imagine. And while I will never know what it was like for God when He first felt love for His creation, I can hope that my words can describe how I feel when I look back at my life, my mom’s creation, and feel so unimaginably loved.

From the time I was a child, my mom always made it a point to make sure my life was full of fun, laughs, and love. And while the maelstroms of life sent many trials our way, there is nobody else that could have comforted me—and humbled me—like my mother.

I hope that one day my mom is able to look at me in the same way that God looked at all that He had created while He was forming our universe. I pray that everything I do brings her joy and assures her that the same way she loves me, I love her.

The unknown of life can sometimes seem daunting; the known is often right behind. On the other side of the walls that confine our ability to create and traverse our world through ideas and words, I believe that is where true love abides. And it is in that place where I hope to meet my mother some day: a place where there are no walls or literary rules to stop me from truly showing and explaining to my mom the love she deserves. A place where true love abides—that is a place where no man could ever hide.

I love you mom.