My dear Mary Elizabeth has a sensitive nose.
I come in from my morning run. Satisfied, but sweaty. From the couch. Before I see her. I hear, "Daddy, you stink!"
When our eyes meet. I see the smile in hers. I can't see the rest of her face. She's covering her nose with her heart-patterned pink snugly blanket. There is a playful, Daddy's-heart-melting smile in those big brown eyes.
Yet she loves me.
And it appears that she enjoys loving me. Even when I stink.
Thank God for little girls! Thank God for my little girl, ME.
ME loves me. ME reminds me that God loves me the same way. But unimaginably more.
Even when I stink.