I also feel immense love for everything and everyone, I am more forgiving of others now that Bubba is here but less forgiving of myself. I love that being a mum is the most terrifying and gratifying experience all in one go (although I'd be hard pushed to admit this at 4am when she is babbling away in her cot and all I want to do is sleep!). I have an overwhelming love for Hubby, when I watch the two of them together I almost feel I could burst (but wouldn't as I'd probably have to clear up the mess!!)
Gratitude comes next, I'm grateful the sky is blue and the birds sing, grateful I have love and can return it in bundles to my family. Grateful I have experienced childbirth (yes really) and can say I did it and grateful for the gift of having a wonderful little daughter. Glad we can giggle together and I can be as silly as I want and she won't tell anyone (well not any time soon).
Sorrow sits just behind me sometimes, gently tapping on my shoulder. I'm sorry some of the most important people in my world never got to meet or watch Bubba grow into the independent little girl she is fast becoming. I know that her grandads will be the inspiration that my grandads both were, I know her uncle will be the enigmatic figure in her life that my uncle was and more than anything I know somewhere, somehow they are watching all this unfold.

I realise I'm still very hormonal and can just as easily cry as laugh these days so sorry if this outburst is a little too soppy for you (I promise I'll revert back to normal posts) but as she is coming up for her first birthday I realise how far we have all traveled.