We sat in the waiting area, listening to the announcements over the airport's public address system. Soon we heard the announcement we had been waitin...g on; "Attention ladies and gentlemen: Flight 418 from JFK arriving at Gate 5." "She's here! She's here!" Beth said, jumping up out of her seat. I had to laugh - it was like she was expecting Santa Claus himself to come through that door! Elizabeth stood there clutching my arm tightly as the passengers started coming into the terminal. "Where is. Your aunt Beth loves her and we will always lover her.” Now I was even more confused. “The thing is, well, your aunt Beth has always wanted a child of her own. It's something we have talked about for a long time. Your aunt feels that she needs this,” he finished as he rubbed his hands on his jeans. When Liz was adopted I was only 7 or 8. However, I remember my parents telling me that they had adopted because Aunt Beth couldn't have a baby. As if reading my thoughts my uncle continued, “I guess. I was trying to think of how I could reword that section to make it readable without making it so wordy as to turn the reader off. I guess I’d been ignoring Jordan as she sat beside me talking. “Brian, can I get one?” she asked poking me in the ribs to get my attention.“Can you get what?” I asked.“Weren’t you listening?” she asked then shook her head in exasperation. “Since I can’t wear a ring yet, I want something to say I’m yours so I want to have a pair of linked hearts tattooed right. I could tell you which one, but it wouldn't mean anything to you so, why waste the ink? Bobby was asleep in her crib, and I was enjoying the warm California night, on a lounge on our patio. The raccoons had been raiding our Goldfish-pond lately, so I had the light off, in hopes of catching them in the act. I guess the two years of drought had brought them down out of the mountains for water.As I lay there with my eyes closed, my mind wandered through the chorus of the musical comedy I was.