Everytime I look at my son, I am amazed at how much one can possibly love a person.
When I think of having another child, I think that I couldn't possibly love another as much as I love Finn.
But I suppose it would be different, wouldn't it? Much like how you couldn't really compare your love for a sibling with your love for a spouse. I wonder if it is always the first born that is most loved or if it is the last.
I am a middle child.