cutest kid that isn't mine

i have 3 children. they are awesome. people say that my face lights up when i talk (-read brag) about them. but i admit i am extremely biased.



it's interesting to listen to people talk about their own children. they could be complete monsters. they could be future serial killers or terrorists. heck, they could even like country music. it doesn't matter, the same is usually true: parents love their own children.



i remember my wife one time talking about why she hates working in the church nursery. it's simple: she can't change someone elses kid's diaper. changing her own kids? easy. changing someone elses--not so much. i have changed many a kid's diaper in my day, but all of them had the last name tucker.



all of this has me thinking of the love of God. it wasn't enough for him to have us be someone else's kid. he adopted us as his own. he loves us as his own. he is as biased about me as i am about my own children--even more so. what a wonderful thought.



here's a youtube clip that i thought was perhaps the cutest thing i have seen that wasn't one of my own kids...