When one already has two children who make one's heart explode, it is nearly impossible to believe that "the new arrival," "the baby" will find space in that explodable heart. I was there, I will admit it. For the duration of my pregnancy I would watch Viv and Seth playing happily together and ruminate on the possibilities. Sure, I had heard plenty of mothers explain that my heart would make room. I figured that their words formed little more than a polite cliché, a trite generalization aimed at protecting all those "later on children" out there. Wrong. Today was officially the day that I realized that "you love all your kids the same" is not just something people say; it is fact. Amazing, inexplicable fact. I love Clark. He was cooing and 'gggggging' at me with huge watery eyes this afternoon and I was just so filled with love and excitement for the way I see him sliding into every aspect of our family's dynamic. I am undone. He completes us. Come enjoy him, Daddy.
2 comments:
Great to see a picture of the little guy! He looks just like his Daddy.
good thing you feel that way- i have a feeling if it were up to brother the "weirdo" would be voted off the island.
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