My first love letter
I've fallen in love twice now. The first time was with your father. It was slow and clunky, I worked away at it, years after year, until everything about him was dear to me, although sometimes I still need reminding. It wasn't hard with you at all my love, or slow, and I will never forget it. Of course all your DNA was of my love and I, and we grew you together inside of me, but that's not why I love you, I started to fall in love with you before you even existed. Once you were out the process was the same as it had been with your father. faster and stronger and effortless, but the same. Thanks to you I know what falling in love is now. It happens bit by bit, too big to happen all in one, I don't believe in love at first sight, love is too deep for such shallow notions. The first thing I fell in love with was your eyes, not the colour, although the dark stormy blue is enchanting (and I'm sure will always be, no matter their final colour). It was the you in them, and...