Believe me: before you were born you were loved by a nun.
Sr. Marie Noelle was the nun who made me the Christian man I am today. My mother even kept the card she sent when I was born. She was later my teacher and I had the honor to visit her last summer to thank her as an adult. She loved me.
As a boy I used to hear my grandfathers speak with the most solemn reverence of the "sisters." This was an important boyhood experience for me. Nuns had raised both of them in the Catholic school system. They were loved by the nuns and this was love they didn't get at home, from the sound of things.
If my daughter ever answered the call to be a sister I would weep and moan with joy at the Lady altar of any parish in thanksgiving for the rest of my days.