My life made sense, and my life was far more precious for being needed by such an amazing, beautiful, precious child. (I drove my car FAR more sensibly than I ever had before, and I suddenly "got" Back Off, Baby On Board stickers)
I was born on the day DD came into the world.
I can't find words to do it justice, but it felt like the life I'd led up to that point was lived by someone else.
Nothing else mattered, just me, DD and her dad, and life was perfect. I never knew my heart could hold such love. I never knew such a tiny little thing could INSPIRE so much love. It knocked me sideways.
It took my breath away. Over-used phrases, I know, but so true!!
I used to lay her on the bed and just look at her for hours and cry with happiness that she was mine.
Suddenly, every love song that was ever written was written about me and this lovely smelling, warm, soft little bundle that I was lucky enough to have been chosen to be mother to.
Her needs became mine, I was so attuned to her every whim, I could tell her hungry cry from a bored cry, from a tired cry, from a dirty nappy cry, and I'd always thought that was bollocks! :)
It's just THE BEST :)