The question will come. It did for us as she sat on my lap, her baby-soft hand moved my chin to look at her face. Big blue eyes searched mine, “Mom, how did you know Dad was the one?” The question dug into my heart. I knew how important it was to answer right, even though she was far too young to ask it.
“Because he loved Jesus even more than me,” I said.
She flew through years, phases and schools. They met…