With Husband, it's a lived-in love. One that has gone through many stages, experiences, both together and separately. It's comfortable and safe. That sounds boring but solid is a better word. A foundation, a safety net. It's not always exactly how I want it to be but it's secure.
With the children it's an unconditional love. They are part of me and I of them. I love them for their individuality and their ways and in spite of their imperfections. As they were growing it was a love that was constant but not always strong enough to protect or heal them. Sometimes I took my love for granted because I was too tired to do anything else.
Now with GrandDaughter I look at her and see only perfection. I want to kiss her and eat her and protect her and love her and watch her. Every thing she does is magic. I see the change in her each week and the way she's developing and no child has ever been like this before.
It's not that I love my husband and children less; it's that my capacity for love has grown. And it surprises me. And it will continue to grow with each wonderful and perfect grandchild that is born. I am so so blessed.
I adore my precious baby.