I looked over at Mom. She was crying, heavily.
What happened, what’s wrong?
Gina, I am so proud of you.
Bewilderment set in without delay, what have I done, what could she be proud of-
Rather than naming off accomplishments, being proud of things I have done-
Because you are a beautiful person.
She is proud of what I am, not what I do.
Now that, that is love.