I never knew love before him. Not real love. Not the kind of love that consumes you through every cell in your body. When I carried him, I had had two miscarriages prior to him, so I didn’t get to enjoy every moment of the pregnancy. When he would kick and move and keep me up, I would smile because I knew that it was his way of telling mommy that everything was going to be okay. That I would get to meet him very soon.
On the day that he arrived, I was overwhelmed with a sense of utter awe. I couldn’t believe that he was here. That he was so beautiful. And that he was mine.
It has almost been two years since I first met the one who would own my heart, but it has been two of the best years of my life.
Motherhood is hands down one of the best endeavors I have ever embarked on and my only regret is that I didn’t do it sooner.