We are not immortals

It just occurred to me that we adults live our lives as if we are immortal. We do not express all the love we feel and we do not share it enough. We kind of push it to the later. Because, what's the hurry. There are other things to worry about today. Stuff to get done and arguments about inconsequential things need to be argued out today. So the silly stuff like loving actively and receiving love actively gets lost in the noise.

Just know that you love me more than anything else. And you love me with an intensity that will not be matched by any other love of yours in the future. You may not believe me when some silly girl comes along and you act like an idiot around her. But even that won't be as unconditional as your love and affection for me now, when you are three. And trust me, it is well received. You are the most joyful thing that ever happened to me. And that means something because I have had some beautiful experiences and phases in this life already. But you and your laughing face beats them all out of the park. Sometimes, when you hug me tight, words fail to express the connection we share with each other. It is just beautiful and I am grateful that this happens to me. I wouldn't have imagined that this would be the case before you were born.

Anyways, this is all for your future reading when we will probably be a bit more distant as a father and son, and you will read this with a blush on your teenage cheeks. And I will probably never open these posts again because it will feel too weird to read for me I am sure.