I love, love, love, you.

I couldn’t squeeze another ounce of love into my heart for you even if I tried.  And yet, I more smitten every single day.  How is that?  It shouldn’t be possible!  I am nearly undone, nearly reduced to tiny atomic particles by the wonderfulness that is you.  I expect any minute now to become a mama-shaped wisp of smoke, because you are just too much.

Mama.  Loves.  You.