Too Much Love

photo by Lemaire Photography
There's been a change in the tides of my life ever since Avery was born. It's to be expected, I suppose, when a new babe enters your world. But this wasn't at all what I was prepared for. I spent a great deal of my pregnancy bracing for bad experiences - another frightening birth, another battle with depression, a difficult baby. I rarely stopped to think about the warm little body wriggling into bed for a late-night feed, or the way their eyes look when they first smile with intention. The small wonderful things that make new motherhood worthwhile.  

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?