It's funny, in a twisted sort of way. Since my baby was born, I've repeatedly tried to brood in my old, sad manner, the one I thought I knew all too well.
But when I do, I can't help but laugh at how distant and foreign that feeling now seems. I love him with a previously untapped well of happiness, giddiness... almost.
I know those dark days may return, but I plan for their visits to be short and infrequent.