How can I love you more?
I gazed in wonder at your ten tiny fingers, your ten tiny toes and I knew that I was hopelessly, irrevocably lost.
How can I love you more?
Your first smile made my heart swell, your first illness sliced me to the core.
How can I love you more?
The memory of your first day at school etched forever on my mind as your tiny hand slipped from mine and you took the first faltering steps towards independence.
How can I love you more?
Standing tall, and proud on your first day at work, no longer a boy but a man.
How can I love you more?
It is incomprehensible that I could and yet with every second, every minute, every hour, I do.
This post was written for the Saturday Streams of Consciousness challenge hosted by Linda G. Hill. Write the first thing that comes to mind following a prompt and post. No editing allowed. This week’s prompt was ‘begin your post with how.’
fabricating fiction 
Oh this is so sweet – I see we went in totally different directions with this prompt hehe
We did! Thanks for reading.
Oh, Louise, that’s so lovely š And it’s exactly how I feel about my son.
Thanks Sarah!