When you asked me how we ended up together, as I had hoped you would before you were even born, I was so happy that you were old enough to understand how I would explain it.
Look around, do you hear all the noise, he is quiet.
Do you feel how cold everything is, he is warmth.
Do you feel the lack oozing off of people who don’t understand life, he is abundance.
Do you see God in the stars, in the flowers? Do you hear God in the music?
You father radiates God’s love to us so much more than any of these things.
That’s how we ended up together.