This time her smile is a bit more genuine. “I love James, Drew. Love . . . isn’t even a strong enough word . . .”
I nod, because I and any parent know exactly what she means.
“. . . and I know how lucky I am. Lots of women would kill to be able to stay home full-time with their kids. I really am grateful for the life I have—but I never thought this would be all I’d have.”
And the tears start to fall. Big ones.
In the days after James’s birth, he wasn’t the only one on a bawling binge.
Kate was a mess.
I thought I understood the havoc hormones can wreak on the female personality—but I didn’t understand jack. Pregnancy hormones are a whole other animal entirely. She cried because James was beautiful, she cried because she loved me so much, and because of how much I love her. She cried
