I love this girl so much it’s ridiculous. I am obsessed with her. Twice in two days I’ve just looked at her while she moved rice or spices from one cup to the other or kissed archie or played on the swing or walked around or fell on the ground and I’ve gotten teary with how incredible she is. I get to spend time with a living saint. What an incredible gift. Kids have so much to teach us just by loving them, it’s not very complicated at all. 

Children are a beautiful primer in theology. 

It’s not as though I love her because she’s particularly smart or particularly kind or particularly skilled, I have no point of reference, really. She’s pretty bad at everything other than smiling, but she tries her best. We’re all children, but I offer essentially nobody else the grace of Roby. Children are a lesson in love on easy mode. I like to think that the saints feel the way I do about Roby, about everyone, to say nothing of Jesus. 

It’s something to work towards.

She’s incredibly easy to love.