Piece by Piece.

Mom didn't really understand the meaning of love (and pain) until I showed up.  Like, at all.  Well, with Pompom too obviously, but I was the first one so I'm extra special (and extra loud, if that matters).  She never understood the mind and body's capacity to love another human being, but when our cheeks first touched (after we begrudgingly came out), she was done.  She can still feel it she says (but maybe she's just loosing her mind)...

The depth of emotion, in both directions, is literally indescribable in words...so the first week after I was born, she just cried. A LOT.

What IS love anyway? "A profound tender, passionate affection for another person?" Or maybe, "a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child or friend?"  My personal definition??? Hum...

I'd go with...feeling as if every part of your soul connects with another soul (whatever that soul occupies), that can be felt as timeless and unconditional...almost not of this physical world. The REAL love anyway...not just the word people tend to throw around these days and think they understand. You KNOW.

Wow, mom IS lucky!!! She loves a few people that much!

Things also didn't really come into perspective about her own life, upbringing, until Pompom and I made our entrance...or her appreciation for picking a pretty decent Apu for us...and it WAS a choice. Good call, mom.

Mom thinks it is pretty darn cool to see how things SHOULD have been growing up because of Apu. And thankful too. Some people just don't get "it" and that's OK.  Really, it IS ok. No hard feelings.

This was a really, really good explanation of her feelings in song she came across thanks to another mama that has a very similar relationship with her husband and five beautiful children (and totally gets "it"), so she figure she would share it with her readers.  Cheers.