I went to visit my cousin and her new baby girl in the hospital today. As expected, it brought back my yearning for a baby.
Unexpectedly, it was not holding the baby that did it. Not snuggling the baby that did it. Not even the sweet siren song of those first couple days holed up in the hospital recreating your family that did it.
I am reminded of my yearning for a baby not because of the baby I visited, but because of what my cousin told me. That while she was in labor, riding to the hospital, with her bag of water leaking all over, she was on the phone with her big sister. And her big sister kept making her laugh.
I am reminded just how much I want that for Ezra. Someone to belong to.