Griffin and I went out to grab a bite to eat tonight, we were right next to a family with 4 boys. Griffin was very interested in them, and we all started chatting. The boys were 8, 6, 4 and 6 months. All adorable. Griffin was smiling at the baby and the mom let Griffin touch his hair and cheeks. He had the most beautiful big blue eyes. The mom asked Griffin if he liked babies, he grinned and said yes. We kept visiting and a little while later I was compelled to tell the mom that we were hoping to adopt a baby. She lit up and was so excited, she commented that it seemed like Griffin would be a great big brother. Then, as if reading my mind she said, "I was worried about my last two boys being so far apart in age, but it's been great. We had three miscarriages before having our baby, we nearly gave up but here he is! It all worked out!"
I told her that we had multiple miscarriages, too, and that lead us to explore adoption. She said, "Bless your heart, it's so hard isn't it? They're your babies, it's so hard to understand unless you go through it."
She kept talking about how excited she was for us, mentioned that they lived in St. Cloud, and wished us the best.
What a strange interaction, and just what I needed. She got through and was now holding her baby, and so will I.