Monday, December 03, 2012
Babies are really cute.
I babysit two twin 5-month-old babies of friends of ours every Friday.
The first time I went over there a few weeks ago I barely remembered what a baby's face looks like from close when you're holding him\her.
By the time I left, I already missed them.
I miss holding them, looking at their happy eyes, their tiny fingers, their cute cheeks, their adorable smiles.
But I do not want any babies of my own.
Is that strange, or what?
It's not so strange to me. I get why I don't want any and why I may NEVER want any,
I get it on some level and the rest of the levels are subconcious and hidden but still understood.
But I truly want to want, like everyone else.