I don’t know if it is because he maybe our last or because he’s my baby boy but, sometimes I hold our son and my heart feels as if it may explode. I remember having moments like these with Piglet, they happen less lately because toddler rage leaves few moments for nostalgia and reflection. But 
I remember being overwhelmed by her existence like I am with Jr.
I hold him and I see an amazing miracle from God that we were not trying for and I was filled with anxiety about. But he’s here and he is beyond anything I could have imagined for us… for me. Ever feel as though you maybe too in love, a different more intense kind of love from that which exists with your partner?
What did you say?