I sat down to eat my lunch and I notice a mother and son. They sat across from one another smiling, conversing as they were fully immersed in each other. It seemed the young man had no sisters or brothers leaving his mother with such devotion it stumbled me. He spoke and told her about his first swing away from her and she smiles with a tear in her eye. She's proud,  so proud of her baby boy. As much as she misses his presence each day, the way he describes his joy makes the pain go away. So I thought what is a mother's love?  Because for a moment spectating I felt a breathtaking emotionally levitating feeling that was completely familiar but brand new too. I was gripped by the way she looked upon the most promising product she has presented. I think mother's love is a push or shove beneath the agape of the Lord above but simultaneously mirroring a shivering human edition. I say...nothing compares.