Toddler Princess

Lately the Lord has been showing me (again) that he loves me because I am his and not because of my performance. One time recently I was in a large meeting where there was a father following his 18 month old daughter around. She had become bored or loud or just felt like walking. It wasn't distracting or out of place, but she also wasn't "doing what she was supposed to do". He was so proud of her and thought she was so cute. It was written all over his face. I sensed the Lord saying "that's how I feel about you." From that came this poem:

I am your toddler princess
running to your court
with abandon and assurance
that you love me with all your heart.
You stretch your arms to catch me
swing me 'round with great delight.
We gaze at one another
in wonder at our mutual sight.

I am your toddler princess.
We laugh in fields of green.
You watch over me protectively
and murmur healing to wounds unseen.
You place me on your shoulders
and I exult in my new height.
If I run too far You catch me
and my squirming hand is held tight.

I am your toddler princess
dancing before you in new clothes
that you purchased at great peril
but gave to me for my repose.
With great joy I recompense you
with kisses and with love
that you receive as though I brought you
the stars from up above.

I am your toddler princess.
I learn of your secret ways
walking through majestic gardens
in the early morning haze.
You show me hidden pathways
and the beautiful displays
of bird songs and of perfumes
the world brings my Daddy praise.

I am your toddler princess.
Someday I will wear a crown.
This curly head will rule with you
in queenly wise renown.
You sing to me sweet lullabies
of blessing and destiny
and tuck me into knowing that
my Daddy is King of kings.