I sooooo get that, you think you love them as much as you possibly have, but the love just grows and grows - isn't it wonderful?
mostly it is - but it's bringing up a lot of "what the hell was wrong with me/my childhood" questions. i don't understand how my parents didn't feel like this - or if they did when we were E's age, what the hell went wrong - and how do i make sure that doesn't go wrong for me?



E has woken up rather distressed this morning. she had a bit of puke on her face, and her wake up sounds were weird, so i think she may have had a bit of a scare. she is ok, but very clingy. not her normal "yeah i've had boob, now let me explore" self