As I have written before in this space, it is likely that we first learn about love from our mothers. Mine (in a recent photo with her great grandson Miles) turned 97 on August 21. For nearly a century, this date has been an important day of the year for my family. Based on her solid health and superb attitude towards life, I expect my mother to sail through to age 100 in a few years and into her second century. For me and my three siblings, she was our first caregiver. From her, we learned first about the mysterious and magical beauty of Love.
What do your remember about your first experiences of receiving love or of giving it?
-Erie Chapman
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