So if I dreamed that we adopted a teeny, tiny little baby girl that we
found, what does that mean? That I long to have another baby?
I don't think so. Maybe something new is coming along in our life?
I would like that. Whatever it meant, I was at Walmart with this teeny, tiny little bundle in one arm while putting diapers and formula and bottles into a cart. There was not any discussion about what we should do (unlike the previous storm entry). It was simply the husband saying,
Look. A little baby and nobody wants her. And me saying,
Hand her over.
Of course, it could have also been the pepperoni pizza and the chocolate pie and coffee I had around eight o'clock last night, but if that's the case, I think I'll have the same thing again tonight. I just love little babies... even if they're only in my dreams.
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Add one more baby to the pile and you'd have the whole crew. Late Autumn, 1996. |
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Babies fit just right in a woman's arms, don't they? I wish I had a neighbor with a baby I could borrow for a couple hours, several times a week.
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