The minute my son’s tiny body squeezed out of me, I changed. I became vulnerable. Sure, I had loved before. My husband is testament to my faith in love. We need each other, and to lose the other would be devastating. But we are strong. We can survive on our own. My little boy, though capable and independent, needs us. It is as if God has granted me authority beyond my emotional control, to ensure the safety and well being of this beautiful child. I am afraid I love my son so much that my heart will surely burst.
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