| by Sue George |
When my children appeared less than perfect to me, my love for them did not diminish, if anything it strengthened. This is called unconditional love.
Every time I’d pick my baby girl up in my arms she would suck her lower lip and twirl my hair around her finger. I would wonder if she would be sucking her lip and twining my hair on her wedding day. Many years later, my baby girl died giving birth to her fourth child. At this time in my life what I would give to be able to reach down and pick her up and see her sucking her lip and twining my hair! Precious memories!