I never really thought I would be able to love anyone as much as I loved my first baby. From the moment we met I was pushed over this , , this, , invisible time warp. A time where I changed from the self sufficient girl into this woman who needed this child with every fiber of her being. From the second we were separated and she no longer needed my body to stay alive, I was acutely aware of how much I needed HER to survive. Love like that could not possibly exist again. Yet here I am, looking at this precious baby, the sister to my first love, and those same feelings wash over me again. It seems so strange now to think back to the time just a few months ago, when I was pregnant and scared that I didn't have it in me to love like that again. Now I know that sounds selfish. And I always heard mothers say the same thing and I thought to myself "There is no way in the world that I could ever fear not loving a second child as much as I do the first." But I am here to tell you that those fears do come, probably to every second time mom. However, we have a God, Who formed us in His image. An image we will never be able to form with our own human hands. And in His image, He has a love that is so unsearchable and so unending that it is as far as the east is from the west. What ruler can measure that? Not one. But for all our imperfections, God's image is perfect. And He created us in it. So we also have the ability to love like that. We'll never understand it, but why would we want to? To understand it would somehow cheapen it I think. No, I would rather go on loving my babies like my God loves me. Unconditionally and unfathomably without MEASURE. Again and again, as many new additions as He wants me to love I will love them. Bring it on!