Love is not finite but love is intense

Being overwhelmed with love (again).

Sometimes, when he’s sleeping, well fed, worn out, and happy, I look at the dog and I feel my heart explode in my chest. It’s overwhelming.

And I think: if a happy, sleeping pup makes me this emotional, how the hell would I ever manage the emotions that come with motherhood? 

I know that hearts can grow to make more space. I know that. But.