Baby On Your Six

As I was driving to get my hair cut last night, I passed a young boy walking on the sidewalk. He couldn't have been more than 8 years old. Maybe 9. In his arms was a baby carrier, and in that baby carrier was a young, young baby. This 8-9 year old was struggling to keep this baby carrier from crashing to the ground. In the short time I was waiting at the light, and driving past him, he set the baby carrier down twice, attempting to get a better grip. The mother was no where to be seen. Neither was the father. Or any adult, for that matter. Should I have stopped, and helped this boy carry the baby carrier to wherever his destination was? Probably. But, the sensible, afraid part of me spoke up and said "and what do you do if the mother steps out of that nearby house and starts yelling at you for trying to take her baby? What do you do then?" I drove on by. It was just another example of the injustice that exists in the world. Parents who are so irresponsible

...I had a wonderful dream last night. Not of Aaron, unfortunately, but of his younger brother. I dreamt that DrummerWife gave birth to our second child, another boy, and waking from that dream was simultaneously a happy thing, and a sad thing. While our second child could never replace Aaron, not even in my dreams, it was just such a happy dream. Now, if only I could remember this dream second child's name...

Dear Aaron, Hi peanut! How are you? I am having a bit of a rough day today so I thought I would write you a letter. I'm telling you what, I think there is just something about Holidays. Tomorrow is the Fourth of July just a nice kind of laid back holiday, but I still can't help but think of what we would be doing with you. Daddy and I are going to a baseball game and you could have come with us. I would love to see what your reaction would be to fireworks. Would you sleep through them, watch them, or cry through them? I am sure I would have found you just the cutest red, white and blue outfit. Daddy and I will both be off work so we would have found something fun to do. This was also our first holiday without you last year. I am not sure what we did. I would imagine not a whole lot. At this point last year I think we pretty much tried to just make it through the day. I know that after the fourth last year is when I started working again last year. I went back a l