Went to a birthday dinner for a friend tonight. A perfect Pacific Northwest spring evening, first barbeque of the year. Kids running circles around clumps of adults as they chatted in the yard.
I glanced over to where a six-month old boy sat on a bright orange patch of blanket in the deep green grass. Puppy had plopped down across from him and was slowly petting his shoulder with a smile. "Baby," he laughed. "Bay-bee."
I think my ovaries flipped over.
I'm so ready to be waiting again.