Whitney Houston was wrong! Dead wrong!

On April 30th my daughter was born.

I'm one of those who believes in preparation. I'm always prepared, or at least I always try to be. I'm a control freak, and I believe careful planning and preparation make life that much easier. And so for nearly 40 weeks I prepared. I prepared for what was coming along, and I projected all sorts of scenarios. Whatever was gonna happen i knew it all -  i had read about it, researched, bought the ticket, got the t-shirt.

But it turns out I was not prepared for what was gonna happen to me on April 30th at 22h14m. When they handed her to me I became an animal. What happen was beyond all rationality - it was The Greatest Love of all. And this is why i think Whitney Houston was full of shit. The Greatest love of all is not the one I found inside of me, but rather the love for my daughter. One can feel many loves in life. Each of these loves can have different intensities and last for different periods. But now I believe that true love, unconditional love for a person, that is one we can only experience for  our children. There is no other tie like this.