Tuesday nights a buddy or two and I hang out at a coffee shop to catch up, read a few verses from Matthew and pray for each other. Sometimes I get home in time to hug and kiss daughters before they crash. Melía is always one of these non-sleeping beauties awake to greet me after Bible study.
"Daddy!" she squealed when through her cracked door she saw me walk down the hall.
I plopped on her bed, squeezed her tight, kissed her hair, and said, "I love you so much, Melía."
She asked:
"Daddy, what did you learn about Jesus tonight?"
"What?" I asked, incredulous.
"That's what Mommy told me, that you were learning on Jesus."
I only got a short ways into my response about the greatest commandments in Matthew 23, how the first was to love God with all my heart and soul and strength, and the second is to love my neighbor as myself.
But sitting there looking into those big blue eyes staring out from under those self-cut bangs, I think I felt--if but for a second--how good that twofold command can feel to live out.
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