I’m late on this, but, as I write, it’s still Mother’s Day here in Utah.  So, although I’ll be hasty, I’m going ahead.

I would like to pay tribute to two additional moms, beside my own.

To my mother in law, who passed away after a long and difficult illness just over two years ago.  She was a remarkable woman, who passed her love of music and drama on to my wife, who gave many hours of service in Relief Society and the Denver Temple, who was curious and interested, who found delight in interesting people, who tolerated me with undeserved good humor.

And to my wife.  I heartily dislike sentimentality and schmaltz, and Mother’s Day can be — virtually always is — full up to the gunwales with precisely that.  But the simple and indisputable fact is that she really is a better person than I am.  By far.  Unselfish, charitable, devoted to her children and her parents and her siblings as well as to others, indefatigably kind.  Supportive — and tolerant — of me, often at great cost to herself.  (The song Wind Beneath My Wings could have been written for her.)  She’s a true disciple of Christ, who, Acts 10:38 says simply, “went about doing good.”  When I consider her sheer goodness, I’m reminded of a comment from the Prophet Joseph Smith:  “A man filled with the love of God is not content with blessing his family alone, but ranges through the whole world, anxious to bless the whole human race.”  Such is the woman I was fortunate enough to marry, well beyond my merits.  I’m honored and humbled that she is my wife.