The best I can say is now I get it.
That sappy infatuated look that new moms give their husbands? I get it.
Feeling like sitting in a rocking chair for hours on end is the most important job in the world? I get it.
The fear of being alone?
The definition of unconditional love?
Feeling sheer rage at a completely polite nurse bathing your child while he screams?
Happy tears?
"Outings" (like buying milk) being somewhat intimidating?
Joy.
Calling.
Family.
Yeah, I get that too.
