That’s an odd title for a blog post.

It’s true, though. We look at her in her crib, curled, knees up at her tummy, sucking her thumb in her sleep, and something in our chests swells. Now we get it. We get our parents. We get their joy and we get their pain. We get what an easy decision it would be to die for our child. We get that it wouldn’t even be a decision.

We get what must be a glimmer of our Father’s love.