loved

Of all the questions this sweet girl will ask us someday...from, "Why do we read our Bible?" to, "Where do babies come from?"...I hope she never asks, "Do you love me?" simply because she already knows the answer...that her Daddy and I love her...now and always...as many as the grains of the sands on all the beaches...with all that is within us.

I pray you know you are loved, little one.

Loved by your Daddy. Loved by your Mommy. Now and always. As many as the grains of sands on all the beaches. With all that is within us. We love you.

Though imperfect, we love you the best way we know how. We love you in a way we never knew we could love outside of our love for each other. It's strong, true, grows by the second and selfless.