We have been together 11 years. We have been married nearly 5 years and had Little One almost 2 years ago. You think you can't love someone anymore if you tried, until you have a baby together. Then suddenly, this unconditional love you felt for that person becomes even greater. It's a totally different love, and sometimes it can be so intense it almost hurts. I can feel tears pricking the backs of my eyes as I write this as I am thinking back over the past 20 months and all the moments when I have felt this. Moments like when I watched him cradle his newborn son in special care, or when he lovingly cradled him the first time he took him swimming. It's even small things like the way he cooks him his 'special daddy omelette' and puts so much care into making it, or when he tucks him up in bed, the way he proudly comes downstairs to tell me how good he was going to bed. These are all moments I never want to forget. Total and utter unconditional love.
I probably sound utterly cheesy and soppy. I'm one of the least soppy people I know but these memories make tears stream down my face. I feel so completely and utterly in love and such a lucky lady. This past week especially, he has been Little One's best friend. There were a lot of those moments when only daddy would do. Little One would stand with his face pressed up against the window for daddy to come home, saying 'daddy, car' repeatedly. And watching his little face light up and run to his daddy when he came through the door on Thursday after work, was a moment of pure unconditional love between a daddy and his son. It's just a regular moment, Mr F coming back from work and Little One being excited, but as I watched them together, it was one of those moments where I realised I love them both so much it almost hurts. This is unconditional love.