And now that he is here? It all seems so obvious. Clearly I wasn’t complete with out him! How did I go about existing when, if he left now, I would continue life with a giant canon-ball size hole through my body, heart and soul?
Who knows, but I can’t imagine a life without early mornings of unwrapping his swaddled blanket to free his chubby, soft and rather white legs; or without seeing Ander’s face go from curious concentration to a huge smile that affects his arms and legs when Mike talks to him; or without being able to study his tiny fingers. No no. It simply couldn’t be borne.