A Day at the Beach

I had to spend a few days in a meeting for work this week, and every few minutes my laptop would sleep, and the screensaver would revert to all the pictures on my hard drive.  There were pictures of babies playing:

And babies sleeping:

And being gorgeous:

And cheeks:

And Lord, I just wanted to hold some baby for awhile, and smell that little head, and nuzzle those fat cheeks.

I don't want another baby.  I want my babies.  Just for a little while.  Just for an hour, maybe while they're sleeping.

But then I left work and took the train down to San Diego to meet my family, which no longer has any babies.  And, you know, our day at the beach would have been very different if things weren't exactly as they are now, exactly as they're supposed to be.