I wept for my husband, who is married to a woman that can't give him the family he wants.
I wept for my son, who is so very lonely for another child to share his life with.
Yesterday, I took Ezra to McD's after school so he could burn off some energy and have some time to just play with other kids. At one point, he studied a family that included a brother and sister. He came over to me, buried his face in my neck and said "Mommy, I don't have a brother or sister. I really want one."
I held it together then. But last night, I cried.