I know this is an adjustment mom But I also know it's one you understand. And I think that might be what scares you. Because I've never felt this way before. As many times as I've fallen it's always been the feeling of a freefall, waiting for the ground to catch me, or waiting for my stomach to catch up with the gravity and find its way back to my abdomen instead of my throat. But this time around, falling feels more like flying. And planning feels sort of freeing. And our plan has been to go with the flow and we haven't much worried about it otherwise. But this flow has us underhandedly talking about children and the future as if they belong to us, as we, not just he and me, separately. And I haven't built my home in a person, but it's in this person that I have found home. It was built before I was here. But I feel like I was meant to roam the halls of his heart. And maybe this honeymoon phase won't last. But we know each other, he and I. And because of that I feel confident in wanting this to do just that, and last. I want him to be my first love and my last...