Yesterday at the birthday party, one of the girls there had a baby. He was a tiny guy, five weeks old, and I knew I should hold him. I actually have been thinking about that for the past week or so, holding a baby when the time comes or presents itself. And so yesterday I did.

I didn’t feel that ‘oh what a cute baby’ thing right away. I don’t think I felt that at all when I was holding him, which was a couple of different times. Sure he was a cute baby, a little fussy but overall fine. But I think it was a good step for me to take. Once I started thinking about George I gave the baby back to his Mom, that happened both times.