Pops

I was at a restaurant yesterday and saw a dad and his 2 year old daughter playing. She was running around, making noise, spinning, literally sticking her nose in other people's tables...and he loved it. You could tell he was so proud of his little girl. It never occurred to him that she might be bugging other people trying to have a quiet meal.
He was beaming.

I can't read minds, but I'd bet a lot of money he was thinking, "they all think she's the cutest little girl they've ever seen" It was like he was glad to share her with us.
And she really was running all over the place.

I get like that. I forget that not everybody knows that Grif and Coop are God's gift to the world. Annie gets worried in public places if Grif runs around...but I really do think, "people love Grif...who wouldn't want him to come up to them and smile? It's like our present to the place."

It's a look for me at blind love...or a love that's so great that it blinds us to anything else.
It just doesn't occur to parents sometimes that anyone would be less than thrilled with their children...because they love them so much.

I know people struggle with the love of our Father because of goofy screwed up issues they have with goofy screwed up dads...but as a father, it's nice to know that our God is our Father...he's our dad...and he loves us enough to let us spin around and bug other people while they're eating.