My daughter is the best mother that I know. She came to
motherhood late in life, having her first child at 36. This
may have made her more selfless and more in love with Sara
when she appeared. I wasn't quite ready to be a grandmother
but Sara captured my heart.

When she was pregnant with her third child, it was evident
that something was terribly wrong with his heart. Against
all advice, including my own, she refused to terminate the
pregnancy. She moved heaven and earth to obtain a heart
transplant, moving to California with Sara and Blake so that
it could be done at Stanford when Eric was born. Only great
love can explain that decision and the determination to carry
it out.

She has been a source of inspiration to all four of her
children and has surrounded them with unconditional love.

Happy Mothers day Linda. I treasure all of my grandchildren.