With the coming of another child into our family, I’ve been thinking about love.
The human heart seems to have an infinite capacity for love. A new child, and the moment you hold him in your arms or even before, even as he is being handed to you by your son, his father, whom you also love beyond understanding, already you are in love with this new life.
Then you look on as your son falls in love with his baby, and you realise that however much you loved your son up to that moment, now you love him even more.
Then you remember the other kind of falling in love. And how, if it’s the kind that lasts long enough, you don’t just fall in love with the beloved once, but over and over again. And each time it feels deeper, and more strong, and somehow your heart expands and gives this growing love a home as well.
And somehow, there is room for everyone. And somehow, it’s worth every mile: