I do have moments when children seem like the best thing and I better hurry up and get to it.  And for some reason it often happens on Hallowe’en.  Before you get creeped out, listen to the story.  I have a habit of crying after some cute kid comes to our door asking for candy.  It happened the year before last and my husband laughed at me for being a nerd.  This year was no different.  I decided to dress up like a cat (it was easy and what else do you be when it’s only a day away).  I drew on my whiskers, attached my tail, put on my ears – I was set.  This little girl came to the door (she was dressed like a cat too) and she was the sweetest thing.  Her dad stood watching her from the sidewalk letting her be a “big girl”.  I put some candy (at least three kids worth) in her bag and she looked up at me and said, “You’re a cat and I’m a cat too!”  I swear, a piece of my heart broke open and a feeling rushed over me.  She walked away, down the steps and took her daddy’s hand never knowing that in that moment, all I wanted was my own child to give me those special moments.  Those seemingly simple moments where a few normal words connected together make all the difference in the world.  I shut the door and cried like a baby.  Heaving.  Dripping.  Slobbering.  Even I was a little embarrassed – that she could have that kind of impact on me.  I don’t know when it might happen but it definitely brought me a little closer.