It’s strange to think that love—true, unconditional love—can be so invisible when you have it. It’s like gravity. You don’t notice it’s there until you see someone floating away without it.
The people who grow up with loving parents rarely recognize the enormity of the thing they’ve been given. As kids, they assume that all parents care, that all fathers come home from work and ask how the day went, that all mothers instinctively reach for their child’s forehead when they hear the slightest sniffle. They don’t stop to consider what life would be like without that quiet, unwavering presence in the background, like a safety net they never realized was beneath them until they saw someone else fall.
