Obsession

[ailbhe]

For the past hour, I have been reading old journal entries about Linnea - pre- and postnatal.

She's so wonderful.

No, she's better than that. She really is. I know no-one else knows how wonderful she is (though Rob has a close idea) but I must try to get it across - she's the most fantastic thing in the world ever.

I love her so much I might burst.

She loves me so much she trips over her hands crawling towards me because she can't move fast enough.

Now I know why I always thought Christianity sounded plausible - every baby seems like a god to its mother, and every mother is at least partially right.

Oh, my baby -

If I die in the night, some night, she must know how much I love her. I'm sure she will, somehow. Nothing could stop this from getting across, somehow. It's bigger than anything else ever was.