Apparently, getting charged by a dog is one of the best things ever.

The other night before bed we all ended up in the floor as Huck went for his toy.

We began to throw his toy for him and, after fetching it, he would sprint back to us in a way that felt like he was going to run into our faces.

Even mom got in on it.

You girls laughed so hard every time Huck ran back to us…

I love you

-Dad

H, you have been asking me if I love Jesus more than you.

I enjoy the precociousness of it all, but I do wonder where you get the comparison from.

After all, you have never asked me if I love K more than you. Or if I love mom more than you.

Maybe a teacher in Sunday School saying something like:

We should love Jesus more than anything.

And it’s true. We should.

But the way I explained it to you that seemed to get across best is that love is different.

I don’t love you the same way as I do Mom. I don’t love mom the same way I love Huck. And I certainly don’t love Huck the same way that I love Jesus.

The most similar way that I love is with my children. And I think that’s how God loves us too.

I love you.

-Dad