Seated there, she began a sermon that was impossible to sleep through. It began when she watched me spit my gum into the trash can.
“Daddy, how did you do that?”
“I just opened my mouth and the gum fell out.”
“But Daddy, why did the gum just go straight down like that?”
“Because of gravity. Gravity is what makes everything fall. It’s what makes us stick to the ground instead of floating away.”
“Well, everything that is anything—everything that has mass—has gravity. And that makes things pull to each other like magnets. The bigger the thing, the more gravity it has. And because our planet is so big, it pulls us to it really tight. And right now it just pulled my gum straight down.”
“And because the sun is soooo big, it has even more gravity than the earth.”
“The sun has gravity too? A lot of gravity?”
“But Daddy, God has even more gravity. God has the mostest gravity in the whole entire world.” A grin broke out on her face. “He has the mostest gravity in the whole entire planets, in the whole entire universe!”
“Verdad, Brielle. That’s right, niñita.”
She was gaining momentum. “And He loves us the mostest in the whole entire world…in the whole entire universe!”
“Daddy, I love you. I love you in the whole world, in the entire planets, in the whole universe!”
Sermon complete. Amen and amen. What more could a Daddy--or anyone--hope to know?