Sacrifice is a part of life. It's supposed to be. It's not something to regret. It's something to aspire to.

Miracles happen quietly every day - in an operating room, on a stormy sea, in the sudden appearance of a road side stranger. They are rarely tallied. No one keeps score.

We don't see what we could be. We should be looking at our potential, stretching ourselves into everything we can become.

I like myself better when I'm with you.

But there's a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is always your mother's story, because hers is where yours begin.

That kind of love - the kind you realize you already have by the life you've created together - that's the kind that lasts.

Sacrifice is a part of life. It’s supposed to be. It’s not something to regret. It’s something to aspire to. Little sacrifices. Big sacrifices. A mother works so her son can go to school. A daughter moves home to take care of her sick father.