This is fatherhood

There is a sweet smell of milk to his breath when he wakes in the morning. He'll grab my neck and suck his thumb and look deep into my eyes whispering through his gaze that I am his daddy. It's not often that I realize how significant this is. I imagine God longs for the same gaze from me, from all of us. I often loose that sense of touch, that gaze of love, that knowledge of my daddy.