He holds her so tenderly, and I see tears in his eyes sometimes, when he puts his face down to her soft hair. He can lift her up effortlessly, even though she’s clocking in at 35 pounds now. He carries her and nestles her and is ready to fight to the death for her. And yet, he lets her walk on her own when she asks, and he watches her trips when it can’t be avoided, picking her up and comforting her when she cries. He always answers her calls, although it’s sometimes with a “No.” His love for her is so deep, so true, so inspiring.
What a beautiful image of the Father’s love for me I have here in my own home!