Babies here! Babies there! Babies everywhere!!!!
Our lives are full of the patter of little feet!

Except...Except in the place that matters most to us
Except in our own house

But something has changed today
A new little friend has entered our world

She is but a wee babe, no more than the age  3
She walks on her feet, and enquirers about even the littlest of things
And now here she is, interwoven into my life

A baby you say!

Well that's just what you wanted yes??

Yes my love, that is what I want. A baby in my house

But you see

its not our baby that walks the halls and looks to us for care
it is but another figment that will tug at our heart stings

No baby will be as perfect as our own
No baby can amount to what it will be when you and I have ours

And as we sit here, trapped in these things they call bodies  
We can help but revile in the fact that we cannot have our own...

Our own little one to hold in our arms
Our own bundle of joy to cry over
Our own baby to nurture and watch grow

Well, that is, not yet at least