My mum.

It was my Dad's 90th birthday this weekend. We had a lovely family gathering, with around 50 friends and relations gathering to celebrate. This is my mum, who is not 90, but 86. She gave a lovely speech, talking about how they met (when she was 16) and their life together. She finished with a tribute to "her one true love". Dad, in response, talked about their work in the orchard they ran together, and finished in tears by telling my mum she was his rock, his inspiration and his love.

Amazing.