Sometimes I don’t like being with Aru. Usually past the 2-3 hour mark. 

Or if he’s being particularly whiny. 
I don’t know if that means I dislike parenthood. 

I accept parenthood as a responsibility. 

But often, I’ll be loving work so much, I won’t even realise it’s time to go pick Aru up. 
To me, I was starting to wonder if I actually enjoyed this gig at all. 
But yesterday when the cold water waves hit him at the beach, and I could see his hold body pause in reaction, his eyes light up as he decided whether to cry or smile, I knew. 
That is enough.

That love, that emotion, that nurturing.
All feels. 

Are more than enough. 
Love is love my sweet. 

Love is love.