One of my silly concerns getting closer to the birth of my little girl was how on earth I would ever love her as much as Will, our 2 year old little boy. He sometimes felt like my entire world and loved, and love him with a fierceness that's exhausting. I was afraid of somehow dividing that up, because I didn't believe there was anything more to give. Foolish.
It's just doubled. The visceral, ridiculous, joyous fierceness is simply X 2. Exhausting.