Ruminations

I hear a baby cry in the train and I long to be home hearing my own baby girl cry... though I don't enjoy her crying

I see a cute toddler opposite me on the bus and my heart melts thinking of my darlings

I can't believe I have one of those darlings myself! I can't belive I have I three. Touch wood. And god gave them to me to us. They are a part of him and me.

Where does love go after 13 years?

I look at love stories now with wistful wonder

Can one love another so much I wonder

And this wondering wistfulness makes me sad

Have we lost it

Do I say it without meaning it

Does it mean anything at all

Are we but partners in child rearing and nothing more
.I don't know

The babies love is and we love them unconditionally. It's a blood thing?

But us. Love with conditions .