βA mother sows seeds for a forest she will never see. Long after she leaves, the blooms will stretch into gardens, and the trees will strengthen and grow. The ripples she made will be a whisper of a thought or memory. She leaves behind her love, her touch, her time. She leaves behind her motherhood in the warmth that shines in othersβ¦ on and on, long after she is gone.β π€#happymothersday
-Jessica Urlicks
-Dana McGowan
illustration by Julianna BΓbor
