I walked along beside you today with your hair flowing free down your back. You rode on your bike with spring starting to bud around you. You looked like the whole world belonged to you. As we went along I started to ponder when it was I started to love you. For some reason, I couldnít quite put a finger on its beginning.
There was the obvious starting point. When I found out you were growing inside of me, I delighted in your development and then in your movement. You kicked and punched me, but I didnít really know you. God knew who you were and who you would become, but all I knew was the idea of a baby. Maybe it was then I started to love you.
It took many hours of pain and pressure before I got to meet you face to face. Your daddy and I smiled in excitement when we found out that you were a girl. He held you for a long time while the doctor fixed me up. You sucked on his finger while I waited to have my chance to cuddle you close. I still didnít know you, though. I could only imagine what that little heavy baby could one day become. Maybe it was then I started to love you.
The first time you dumped a box of toys out on the floor I began to understand a little of your personality. Your investigative nature showed itself in many ways. I remember when you decided to climb up on your dresser and dig into a jar of vaseline! The first temper tantrum you threw explained some things, but you were still so young and you had so much more to discover. Maybe it was then I started to love you.
Now, you challenge me with your openness to talk about your belief in God with your friends. You have no desire to hide your faith. You simply astound me time and time again when you soak up the information daddy gives in your lengthy conversations together. Like a little sponge you ask your father to tell you more about outer space, about the circulatory system, about different animals, or about any subject that becomes the theme of the morning. You are a person of strong character, a curious mind, and a loving heart. This reveals more of who you are. Maybe this is when I start to love you for you.
It amazes me time and again me when I see myself in you. I love the times when we ride roller coasters together and when go swimming together. When our plans change from what you expect, my genes show themselves. You also have needed your daddyís attention almost as much as I do. Itís a good thing you both are morning people! Still you are much more than the sum of the genes in your DNA. God is making you into a beautiful person of His own design. Maybe that is why I love you.
I must admit two things. The first is that you can drive me up the wall! You beg, you pout, you fuss, and you disobey. You argue with me like a seven year old teenager! My love doesnít depend on your attitude or your actions, though. It doesnít end when you slam the door or fuss at your brother. The other thing I must admit is that most of the time I donít have enough love to love you. I must ask my Daddy in heaven to give me more of His never-ending love. Without that, I fuss too much and laugh too little. I take life too seriously and forget to see things through your eyes. Maybe itís only in Godís love that I can love you.
You still have so much more life before you. You will mature so much . You will find yourself facing peer pressure, the devilís temptations, and the choices that will shape your life. You will wonder when to say no and when to agree. Donít worry because God will never leave your side. He definitely will always love you.
I canít tell you when my love for you began. It started like you did, a fertilized seed of promising plans, and slowly Iíve come to know you and to love you. Maybe the beginning of my love canít be defined, but the end will never be.
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