Baby E has just seemed to blossom lately, with precious smiles and frequent kisses. At 18 months, he hasn't yet developed that classic toddler defiance. It is absolute bliss to be his parent, and I miss him when we are apart during the day.
I've written before about how deeply healing his love is to me, but I realized over the weekend that my desire for more children might really be this simple. Why wouldn't I want more of this amazing, pure love in my life? Why wouldn't I want more people who love me with such an intensity?
I can think of a few responses, the first of which is "Ask me again when he is not Baby E, but Toddler E, or Tween E, or Google-forbid Defiant Teen E."
Also, does this desire for more love mean that the love of Papa D and E isn't enough?
