My Daddy has taught me more about God's love than almost anyone else. He came into my life when I was about seven years old. I certainly didn't understand then what it meant to marry a widow with two daughters; I probably still don't. All I know is that on the day he made that promise of "till death do us part" to my mom, he made it to my sister and me, too.
Every day since then, he purposefully and intentionally loved us, listened to us, guided us, and taught us. We were never anything but his daughters; he was never anything but our daddy. He set the bar high for what a godly husband and father looks like. He was and is fully invested in us. Nothing has ever come before his wife and daughters--not his job, not other people, not ministry.
My Daddy has given me such a beautiful picture of the Father's love for us and what it means to be adopted into God's family because my daddy has never held any part of himself back from us. This is what God's love in Christ looks like.