It’s impossible to look down at those tiny hands, that matted hair, those eyes, open in awe and wonder, and not dissolve into a puddle of cliches.
And now I understand.
I always wondered whether the moment would be too abstract for me. After all, it is just another face isn’t it? But it’s indescribable, unbelievable, maybe chemical?
It’s a new and different kind of love.
And it certainly puts God’s love in the sacrifice of Jesus in a different light, because I can’t imagine giving up my girl for anything!