The joy she felt when I first opened my eyes. The joy I felt every time she said she loved me. To be loved is to be changed. She manages to break down the walls I've built for myself when something bad happens to me - a bad grade on a math test, a scrape on my knee, a fight with my friends. My mother is the source of my happiness and love. She can bring me up, even when I'm buried down as deep as a fossil. Not only is she the source of my joy, but I'm the source of hers. She cried with happiness when I ran my first race, when I received my first medal. Every time she smiles, I don't see the shine it brings - I feel it.