...the tears streaming down a father's face as he held his son on his hip close to him singing,"How he loves us. Oh how he loves us."
"The love I'm singing about in that song is not a pretty, clean, hollywood hot pink love. It's a kind of love that is willing to love things that are messy, and willing to love even the difficult and gross things."
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