One of my most tender memories of my mother--I was at home with my mom in Graham, Washington, and I was going to return that day to Utah. My mom and I knelt down by our couch in our living room and my mother offered a prayer. The prayer was all about me. I can't remember any of the words my mother said that day, but my heart still beats a little faster each time I remember how I felt.
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