This is what’s so wild about my relationship with my first. I love her so much it literally pains me. I can’t get enough of the smiles and hugs and laughter.

I can’t imagine it would be different with a second, but eventually they grow up and become their own people.

You don’t get to choose your family and I don’t think it’s always possible to be friends with your parents. (Mostly because I don’t think I’d be friends with my dad outside of our familial relationship).

But I would hate for that to happen with even just one of my children.