Not just love but for me, being in an almost state of constant AWE. People. We've MADE people. They have their OWN views and opinions and likes and dislikes and everything. IT'S MIND BLOWING.
The first time they say they love you - unprompted and non parrot.
How when its good, its SO great and there's nothing like it - same for when it's bad.
Old people smiling at them in the street, or stopping to rub their curls (?!). I always get a bit of a lump in my throat thinking that will be me someday aged 80 when mine are all gone.
That I can love no. 2 as much as I love no. 1. That no. 2 is SO utterly different to no. 1.
That all those special moments you swear that you'll never ever forget (even if you write them down!) constantly get eclipsed by the next development. Before they walk, you can't imagine them not walking, before they talk etc...
How much I hate myself if/when I'm mean, or shout.
How I want to be a better person all the time.
How I wish so much I'd made something of myself - me and OH - in a more 'conventional' way because we're broke, and there's so much I want to give them.
How I don't care about 'nice' furniture.
Seeing a 3 year old go through a whole box of eggs trying to crack them into a bowl on his own made me wee myself with laughter.
How much I miss the cinema and quickly feel out of date with all culture that I used to enjoy - music, art, reading!
Permanently feeling a low level of anxiety about all there is to do, ALL the time.
That I adore it (even when I hate it) and am good at it and that it gives me more purpose and joy than anything despite having a junkie for a mother, no father and being in foster homes and care my whole life.
How fucking hilarious they are - kids I mean.