Today I had a singular moment. When I picked up Akiva from nursery school, he ran ahead of me to the car. It was a windy day, and the wind blew his hair off his face. For just a moment, I saw his face at a particular angle, a certain plane of his face I recognized from long ago, and it was as if I was seeing his whole life (so far) all at once. I saw his baby self, his toddler self, and his glorious four-year-old self.
Sometimes I think I could die from feeling this much love.