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I didn't think i could possibly love another baby as much as i loved the one i'd already had," i continue. "but the strangest thing happened when i held you for the first time. it was like my heart suddenly unfolded. like there was this secret space i didn't even know existed, and there was room for both of you." i stare at her. "once my feelings were stretched like that, there was no going back. without you, it just would have felt empty.
-Jodi Picoult
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I Didn't Think I Could Possibly Love

Jodi Picoult
I didn't think i could possibly love another baby as much as i loved the one i'd already had," i continue. "but the strangest thing happened when i held you for the first time. it was like my heart suddenly unfolded. like there was this secret space i didn't even know existed, and there was room for both of you." i stare at her. "once my feelings were stretched like that, there was no going back. without you, it just would have felt empty.
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