The first love of my life was my mother. When I was a young boy, I used to tell her that I loved her “this much,” and then I’d hold both hands behind my back—insinuating that there was no beginning and no end to my love for her. One day, I even told her, very matter-of-factly, that we would one day be married and live together forever. Such was my love for her. I learned a lot from my mother these past 36 years. She helped me to become the man I am today, and for that I will