“Do you ever look at pictures of your kids when they were little?
I mean really little, fresh with puffy eyes and baggy clothes and floppy parts?
Really little, like you can feel the newness and the sleep deprivation, the ecstasy and the wonder; the sting and the sweetness seeping through one image all at once?
Except there’s something new now that maybe wasn’t there then:
Now, you can see them.
No, I mean you can really see them, like you see them now, like you know them inside and out, like you didn’t know them then when they were so little, and such strangers, and so foreign.
You can look at a picture now and see them for the person they are — their little smile, something about their eyes, that look. Them.
It’s like you see the part that was missing then.
And I think that’s how this whole thing goes a lot of the time. Sometimes, in those first moments, in those new moments, you see them, but maybe not really, maybe not the way you see them now.
Knowing takes time. Seeing takes time.
That’s the crazy thing about having a baby: They teach us all over again how to love and how to grow; how to get to know and how to adapt, all the while being who they are (who they always were) and who they will always be: your greatest love.
Because that’s the thing about love.
It doesn’t ever start at 100. It starts at zero.
And then it builds and builds and builds and one day, some day, when you look at a photo, you see it all.”
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