I was recently chatting with an Italian friend who is due with her second child in the next few weeks. She confessed some concerns about how she could love her new baby as much as her first, but she draws comfort from a saying that she translated and shared with me:

“Love is the only whole number that you can multiply by dividing.”

How beautiful (& true) is that?

Related: the most profound poem about children // “do you think you’ll keep going? or are you done?”