That evening when all the work is done he pulls me in close, and we survey a job well done. He leans in to quietly speak purpose, "I wanted to make something for you so that every time you saw it you thought of me, how much I love you."
But he just reflects the Lover of our souls and turns my eyes to the One who labors His love out into the open, declaring His deepest heart for us in every blossoming gift. Some scream, others whisper the sweetest, softening words into our hardened hearts,
I love you. See how much I love you.
They rain down, the words and gifts. He tends the soil, for He has broken the curse that keeps us out. And Eden springs forth.