|photo by Lemaire Photography|
I spent so much time worrying about all the things that could go wrong that I was completely caught off guard when everything went right. A peaceful birth, a calm babe and a new journey where depression has not been an issue. A story that seems too good to be true, too good to be mine.
Now I find myself overwhelmed with this motherlove. It's filling up my heart and spilling over the edges.I have so much love for these babies of mine that there aren't enough hours in the day to dole it out. There aren't enough words to write it out. It's too much love. I don't know what to do with it all.
At night when they're tucked in bed, humming and cooing in their sleep, that motherlove wanders. It reaches out to hearts not yet beating; little loves that are still just "maybes."
Is there such a thing as too much love?