That's what gets me, I think. The love I feel for this baby is just a fraction of the love God feels for me. A sliver, so small it's barely even worth mentioning. That's how I know God did not abandon me during the fires, though it took years for me to realize that. That's how I know with great certainty, that Christ died for our sins. If God loved the world so much that he was willing to send His only begotten Son for me, His love must be so great that there aren't words for it.
How blessed we are to live this life, to see the sun peaking over the ridges of distant mountains, eager to share the day with us. How blessed we are to be able to walk, to sing, to think, to write. God, in His infinite wisdom and glory created us, so that we might live and love and love Him in return. How blessed we are.