You've come a Long way, baby

On last night's Grey's Anatomy, a young boy needed life-saving organs and his body was failing. He was hooked up to machines that couldn't help him. I watched his mother tell him goodbye. I cried like a baby.

(Spoiler alert) In the nick of time, the kiddo got the organs that saved his life. I sobbed uncontrollably.

Since Larkin, I can't watch TV the same way.

Trailers for movies like Changeling bring me to tears.

I get a lump in my throat when I see the State Farm Insurance commercial with the new dad who holds his newborn daughter in the hospital and realizes that "life is not just about him anymore."

And it's not just TV that is different.

I've always considered myself a compassionate person. But this week when my friend Bianca's sister had complications with her pregnancy and had to deliver her daughter 2 weeks early, I felt like I had been kicked in the gut until I heard that baby Madelyn was born, happy and healthy.

Now, everything in the whole wide world I see through a new lens, colored by Larkin. And I can't even remember what life was like without her.