A week or two ago, Husband and I were standing at the bakery in our local supermarket. The old ladies that worked there, strangers to us, were admiring the baby.
"That's your whole heart right there, isn't it?" one of them said.
She is. She's my whole heart. I look at her sleeping and she's so pretty and sweet and I just want to explode with love. Love shrapnel flying everywhere. And I think of anyone ever hurting her and tears instantly well up in my eyes.
She's not even 3 months old yet. How am I going to survive her childhood with out combusting or melting first?
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