The photos of my son and my mother that I took in Jamaica last month fill me with such tenderness. Honestly, I can't get over them. I keep looking at them and seeing new details in each frame. In this one, I am undone by the absolute care my son is taking with my mother. His patience with her. His love. And I am struck, too, but their arms, his sturdy strong one, her frail stick-like one, and the trust in the way she holds his shoulder.