There are a two hotels near Bagels, Etc. (where I now get coffee and write every morning): one right next door and one directly across the street. This makes for some interesting early morning coming and goings. This morning, I saw a little family packing up to leave the hotel. The mom and dad passed the little guy - probably about six or seven months old - between them. It was not quite dawn and he still had his pajamas on. In the instant I saw the mom holding the baby, I longed for him. Or for my baby sleeping at home, or another baby altogether. I longed for baby.
I investigated the feeling as I found it odd to long for something that I already have - full on, six month babe - just a block away. Since we do spend much of our days together and have hardly been separated in the past six months, I thought it is quite possible that I missed her. But I also wondered if seeing this baby was a reminder that someday, in the not too far future, I will miss this sweet spot of my life. And I felt gratitude towards this family as they drove away into the rising sun of the day and I thanked them in my heart for allowing me to peer through the window of my own life and recognize the dream that I am already living.
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