No. Seriously. I need to know. Especially when the sun is setting and her freshly washed body, clothes in polka-dot terrycloth pajamas, sinks into my chest and sighs with trust and her rosebud mouth snuffles out moist puffs of sweet breath onto my neck.
Her skin is satin, fresh from heaven.
She smells like perfection.
And the toes. Oh my word, the toes. I could kiss them all day and never tire of them.
And when she smiles?
God's glory shines through.
How can I bear this sweetness, this innocence, this joy?
Little one. You are grace defined.
Jesus, keeper of this life
You are my refuge, my savior, my guide
Watch over this little one tonight
Guard her every footstep as she travels this life
And in some quiet moment, draw her to your side
So she will come to know you, Jesus
As the keeper of this life
(Lyrics from "The Keeper," written by Geoff Moore and Steven Curtis Chapman; pictures by Kari Layland, January 2008)
