Imagine that you loved a dandelion.

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Truly loved a fragile little dandelion as much as you loved your wife or your husband or your brother or your sister.  You love this little plant so much that it is hard to keep your world from narrowing down to it.

You are large, and unfathomably strong compared to this little dandelion, and you can go places it cannot.  You are constantly having to leave it alone and unprotected.  You are always afraid that no matter who you appoint to watch over the dandelion, it will not be there when you come back.  It is so much smaller than the world that you know.  When you return, you could watch the dandelion comfortably from inside your house, but you keep coming out and sitting down next to it, just to be as close as you can.

Because you love it.

You leave your family and your friends and your house to sit with it.  It doesn’t matter that you are big and it is small, that you are strong enough to pluck it out with one hand, that you know so many things it does not.  It doesn’t matter.  Your love is so vast that you would give everything for this little dandelion.

Now you know what it must feel like for an angel to love a human.