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.