January 20, 2013 by Beth Hess
It’s a silly made-up song. Born, no doubt, in the wee hours shortly after my boy was born. A simple response to a mother’s overwhelming gratitude after years of praying for the bundle snuggling there on her chest.
I sing it before bed sometimes. In the middle of the day when it’s just the two of us. Hum it into his fuzzy head when we’re sitting close.
It’s the right song when we’re laughing for joy. Works just as well after band-aiding knees. That baby boy is just short of 8 years old now, and I’ve sung it hundreds of times. I will sing it with and to him until the day I die.
But this morning, in the silence of a sanctuary, my spirit heard my Jesus sing it over me. And now, I can never be the same.
“Do you know how much I love you? Do you know? Do you know? Do you know how much I love you? Do you know? Do you know? So much — So much. I love you so, so much.”