When I Touch His Little Hands...

Lately I have started to have a physical reaction when I touch Isaiah's hands.  Or his little feet or his arms.  But mostly his hands. 

It's like intense sorrow & bliss felt simultaneously.  Like I'm incredibly grateful for his existence yet at the same time imagining life without it. 

It reminds me of how I feel when I listen to sad beautiful music.  But of course more extreme.

I think it's love.

Comments

[trisha stanley-marsden]

I went thru that exact same thing! and it was about the same time too. weird.