I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand and the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep, and there are no words for that."
Today I was hanging out with HP in his room after his afternoon nap. Out of nowhere, I felt tears welling up in my eyes.
The moment where my love for my son was so strong, so present, so forceful, that my emotions had to find a physical release through my tears.
Prior to giving birth, people told me that I would feel that kind of over-the-top, indescribable love the moment he came into the world.
Please don't misunderstand. It's not that I did not love him from the start. From the moment he was born he was a part of our family and I have loved him every day of his little life.
But today was different.
I felt the love that people describe mothers having for their children. The "I would face Lord Voldemort to protect you" kind of love.
I was overwhelmed. With gratitude. With joy. With love.
Sometimes, there are no words.