When he was born I looked at my little boy and felt an unconditional love I never knew was inside me. As he grew and I watched him stagger about squeak his first words and turn into a beautiful little boy that feeling did not change.
I came up poor. My mother only had a fourth-grade education. My dad didn't have any education at all. But they were very structured. They worked hard. You know they didn't complain. They didn't murmur. And they believe in the Christ.
