There's a very special person I'd like you to meet.

This is her, here, in a photograph taken in 1964 or 65, soon after she moved from her home in the United States to India, where she bore and raised two children and made her home for twenty years. Before all this, she thought she was ugly in high school because she was so beautiful and intelligent that all the boys were scared to ask her out on dates. She still doesn't get it.

She can take apart cars, program databases, run a Unix operating system from a command line, repair any sort of mechanical device, and she has the nicest phone voice you've ever heard. Her laugh is contagious and her smile lights up the whole room.

She's a woman of sparkling wit and a heart of platinum. Most people call her Joyce, which is her name, but I call her Mom. And right now, I'm wishing her a very, very happy Mother's Day.