Babies

I have held a newborn in my arms as he rested his head on my shoulder.

I have heard the screetching tears and the addictive laughter; the poisionous smile and the rotten frown make it unbearable to stop staring. The delicacy of the body warmth against my forearms steadies my shakiness. The kind of laughter where they laugh until they regurgitate the food eaten 30 minutes ago.

I'm sorry to say this but:

Grandma and Grandpa- You aren't going to have a great grandson/daughter

Mom and Dad- You aren't going to have a grandson/daughter

Robert, Leana, Greta, Eric, Michael and Hannah- You aren't going to have a second cousin

Uncle Barry, Aunt Sharon, Uncle Bob, Aunt Janet, Aunt Lily and Uncle Kurt- You aren't going to have a great niece/nephew

Sam