The undeserved love I receive

This is a poem says things that many other parents have said before me. I am writing it anyway because it is new and mysterious and wonderful to me. 

You think my hair is meant
to help you pull in close.
Your wet baby kisses
extend my energy, my perseverance, far beyond the limits I thought I had.
There's a look when you know
you have all my attention
I can't put a name to it
but oh, how I hope you don't outgrow it anytime soon.
Please, my Father, help me to look more like you.
Please, my Father, help me to trust you like he does;
expressing,
unhindered by any thought that You might not want to hear,
content,
to know that You delight in me too.