Families Come in All Shapes and Sizes

Yesterday was a good day for procreation:

The first news came from a--person I know--(let's stay vague, here) letting me know that she and her husband are in the final stages of adopting a baby. Because I've never known anyone who has been through the adoption process, the "YOU'RE HAVING A BABY!@!!!" response went equally hand-in-hand with "You're what?? You're how?? Ok, back-up..."

Later that evening, a second--person--was a no show at a reunion dinner gathering, because at that particular moment, all signs were "go" for insemination. Again, "EEEEE!" + "Ok, I wanna know how this works..."

And somewhere in Tennessee, a woman is walking... walking... walking... go Debs! Get that baby OUT!

Margaret Atwood wrote:

"If mother-
hood is sacred, put
your money where your mouth is. Only
then can you expect the coming
down to the wrecked & shimmering earth
of that miracle you sing
about, the day
when every child is a holy birth."

Boys and girls, it is clear to me that "the wedding years" have passed their novelty, and "the baby years" are here to stay. They will come by stork, by test tube, by accident, on-purpose... but the babies are most definitely coming.