I think I’ve had baby fever since I was old enough to hold a doll. I want to be a mom so bad. But the older I get the further I push back the time when I want to have kids. That fever is still burning hot, but the more I see of the world, and the more I learn; the more I know it’s not the time. So I soak up time with these guys. Being an aunt is the next best thing. As I drove away from dropping them back at home I had this terrible ache, I missed them so much. Lords. Being a parent is going to tear my soul out. Love is so sweet, so crushing. Love is the hardest thing I’ve ever faced.
((Dear future babies, I love you already.))