It was nothing short of amazing how she gained personality and new preferences each week. We couldn’t believe all the growing tastes and opinions. Never before had we realized so unavoidably the relentlessness of God. He pursues us and you can’t escape. When she'd count to 20—every time forgetting fifteen and repeating eighteen—when she'd recite her favorite books, when she'd ask to sing “eetsy-beetsy,” we felt assaulted by an insidious need to thank God for such love. Just normal, everyday parenting stuff, but until then, such unconditional love wasn’t appreciated, at least not as fully. Before her, I could not understand the pride God feels for us. But I get it now. He loves us beyond any ability to reason.
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I've got more than two decades of parenting under my belt, so I could tell Mick that the gratitude he's experiencing will increase with each year that passes. But he might have trouble wrapping his mind around that.
Both of my boys are in college now, and my husband recently caught one of them napping (in the literal sense). "Huh," he said to me, sounding a little surprised. "He's still cute when he's asleep."
I went and looked. "Yeah," I agreed. But I couldn't help noticing that he needed a shave.