I've always believed in God's love for me, but I never imagined what it looked like until Rebecca came home to live with us. Seeing her sleeping in the next room, she seems so small and helpless, yet I'm here if she wakes up and cries, wanting anything.
I love seeing her smile when I get home from work in the evening, it's just like saying "Daddy, I love you - play with me, NOW!" God must love it when we smile at Him too, via our joy and praise.
Sometimes I have to do things she doesn't like, such as wiping her nose. My love for her has to ignore her protests. Of course, wisdom dictates that I don't wipe her nose when doing more important things like feeding her, or enjoying a game of "up!" when she's giggling silly. Don't interrupt those fun moments.
Prayers are a lot simpler and child-like now, quick ones: "God, I love you / thank You for loving me / thank you for mommy and daddy, grandma and grandpa / be with me as I sleep tonight / thank You for all the wonderful things You did for me today."
I'm glad I dedicated time in the last two years to memorizing entire Psalms - they are a large part of my Bible "reading" now.