It was on a lazy Sunday morning in spring in Georgia, the weather was excellent and the sky was clear and blue. I remember this day so clearly because I don’t get many of them from my children of three. They let me sleep until 1pm that day. When I did get up I was greeted with a late brunch and countless hugs and kisses from all. It wasn’t my birthday, Mother’s Day, or any special holiday. Just a day my children cherished having me home for once from work. Pure love is what we have as a family…