Isn't it funny how the smallest things remind you of something else?
Like today? I was driving home from work and for some reason, I happened to look at the side of the road at the right moment and I saw a dandelion.
A single dandelion.
It reminded me of Spring.
Which reminded me of the day my children were born.
Which reminded me, for some reason, of the fact that I won't have any more babies.
My children will be ten in a few days. I'll never have another baby.
And I can't do anything about it.
Oh, and people like this can?
Seriously. What the damn hell?