I’m going through a Jodi Picoult stage at the moment. I’m currently reading Perfect Match and have just finished Vanishing Act. They’re a nice simple read and I always get hooked quickly, then read the whole book in a few days.
When I came across this paragraph in Vanishing Act, I had to capture it. It’s exactly right.
It made me think of those first few days after I had Miss E, when I realised that I would never again, for the rest of my life, stop worrying about this little person. The thought was so exhausting on that third baby blues day, that it made me cry.
Exhausting as all that worrying is, and will be, it’s absolutely worth it 🙂