‘I want you to see my child as I do,’ he said.
‘See pictures of her smiling like the world has no gravity. See how lovely she looks in a sparkly dress. See how perfect she is.
‘Then I want you to notice that all of my children look that way. So do yours. They are too young to be malicious, or contrived.
They simply exist, and when we allow them to exist as they really are, they are happier than anything you will see in an adult.
‘ I don’t ever want the light that beams from my children’s eyes extinguished.’