A few hours before the caesarian operation was to happen, M and I fought. It was one for the books.
There were literal tears of heartbreak, pain, words thrown around, and just plain negativity surrounding us.
It lasted hours.
Bucket of tears were shed.
It took one word and the last 6 hours of pain and suffering melted away.
All that mattered was we were there for each other. We were reminded of why we were there and the love we had.
Two hours later, I was being cut open and our little miracle was born.
The moment he saw me, he thanked me for going through what I did to give him his son.
When our son looked into his eyes, he cried. He finally knew what unconditional love meant.
I hope he understood it too ... what it means, what it entails.
The night started in tears but the day ended with love. At the end of the day and after everything, all that matters is that everything is once again wrapped in love.