I read this simple and sweet story in the chicken soup series, the simplest way of defining love....
It happened one year at the zoo. My sister and I stood beside a grandmother and a little girl whose face was sprinkled with bright, red freckles. The children were waiting in line to get their cheeks painted by a local artist who was decorating them with tiger paws.
"You have so many freckles, there's no place to paint", a boy in the line said.
Embarrassed, the little girl besides me dropped her head. Her grandmother knelt down next to her. "I love your freckles," she said.
"Not me!" the girl replied.
"Well! When I was a little girl, I always wanted freckles", she said tracing her fingers across the child's cheeks, “Freckles are beautiful."
The girl looked up. “Really?"
"Of course," said the grandmother. “Why, just name me one thing that is prettier than freckles."
The little girl peered into the old woman's smiling face. “Wrinkles", she answered softly.
That moment had whispered something to me ever since. If I look at others with the eyes of love, I will not see blemishes. Only beauty.