This morning, I asked a mother I know if I could hold her child, who is 15 months old and knows me. When she gave consent, I leaned over to him so he could see my face, and upon recognizing me, he leaned out of his stroller, arms raised, hands opening and closing in excitement, and I lifted him to me.
He promptly buried his face in my neck and made a cooing sound.
For that moment, I was in heaven, and longed, once again, for the time when my children were babies.
Be warned of the graphic description that follows. Skip it if you don't have the stomach for these horrific crimes against those incapable of defending themselves.