There are people who say you really can’t understand love until you’ve had a child. And they’re right… But it’s not because they have experienced the love themselves. It’s because on days like today, when I put Abby in the carseat to go over to her grandmother’s for the night, she looks at me. She just looks at me. And she knows. And she loves me and misses me and knows I’ll be coming back for her, knows I’ll be inside crying because I can’t think of anything but “how could I let her go away?" With eyes so innocent she stops sucking her thumb long enough to say “Bye, Daddy” as she pulls away down the street. And I loathe myself because I now know the kind of love that those fools were talking about, for me, from my little girl, who doesn’t know much else in this world, but knows love for undeserving me.
