Mildly digressing, now.
We went to a bbq last night, late in the evening. It was at a house of friend of a friend of his in HB. Nice neighborhood, however, no parking whatsoever. We had food, booze and fireworks. There was a 3month old there as well. Sleeping on his tummy in his little cradle. Later that night, it was feeding time and his mom was just about to burp him after we got back from watching the fireworks set off at the pier. We walked in to see this tiny guy sitting hunched over his mothers right hand with a towel tucked under his chin. It was too cute and the sight of this little person, nearly rolled up perfectly in a tiny ball instantly reminded me of my rolly polly days.
Seeing this, set my ADD mind into full overdrive and I began to think of my babies that were still out in space somewhere waiting for the right time to come down. And that right time wouldn’t (shouldn’t) come until I’m secure and stable by my own means. Also, having that father figure would be important as well.
Then, thinking about that, sent my mind onto another tangent.
One of our friends recently asked us out to dinner with his new gal pal. This was a first for me to see him looking at a girl with googly eyes, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and just plain enjoying this girl’s presence all she so recently meant to him. I was happy for him, but I couldn’t help but wonder, if while he’s creating this new relationship into possibly happily ever after, would he soon forget me?