My younger sister graduated from high school yesterday. It was an emotional day! My family belongs to a homeschooling group, and the graduations are held at the same place every year. It brought back memories being there again! You see kids who you remember being 10 years old, now suddenly switching their tassels. You see new families and old friends. Some people haven't changed a bit - others you barely recognize. It's always a nice day.
I was particularly touched by seeing an old friend who I haven't been in touch with much since graduating. We were all friends back then, but our close circles were different. I always remember her being very cool and down-to-earth though.
Well, I had the pleasure of talking with her for a little while and you could just see the happiness in her eyes. She just gave birth to her first child a couple months ago. He is beautiful and precious, and he spent every moment cuddled into her chest. Content as could be. It nearly brought tears to my eyes. You could just tell they were perfect. He trusted her and didn't need anything else. She held him close, and so naturally. We talked about being moms and how crazy it was that we felt so much love for our babies - the tiny mushballs that they are. We never knew that love could feel like this.
But then there's parental love - that just opens up a whole new world for us. Nothing compares to it. I could never say who I love more, my husband or my daughter. I love them to my fullest capacity - in different ways. And now that I'm expecting a second, I hope it will be the same.
In Harry Potter, Voldemort splits his soul into many pieces out of hatred. I wonder if having another child will be like a reverse-horcrux. The heart will be split into pieces - one for each baby, and out of complete love. If the love I feel for Little Olive is anything like what I'll feel for the second, I say bring it on. :)