She is a mother. When you look at her, you see the purest love of all. That love gives her away. That kind of love only mothers radiate.
She loves relentlessly. It’s the way of her being. She is love and it’s her mightiest strength.
She sees the best in the world. Not because she is exposed to the best. She’s exposed to the same madness as everybody else. She chooses to see the beauty in all.