"Mommy, why does God love us?"

There was a long pause as I considered this.

My mind wandered back to the first moment I held my infant boy. So helpless. He didn't even know who I was--only that I was familiar; that something inside him was drawn to me; needed me; would die without me. He didn't know me; didn't love me. He just needed me. He hadn't done anything yet except be mine. And that was why I loved him. I loved him because I made him. I loved him because he was mine to love.

Romans 5:6-10

Maybe He loves us because that's what He's like.