Just remember an old question

H : Why, in spite of his disability, do you love him? Are you blind? Or is it a pity?

M : Once there is a story about a grasshopper inside a covered glass. All his life, the grasshopper only knew to jump as high as the top of the glass. One day, somebody removed the cover. But the grassphopper could not make himself jump out of his cage. He didn't know how to jump higher anymore.

I love him, because he can make himself jump out of his limitation.
I love him, not for how high he has jumped up, but for the length of journey he has been through.