Infertility reframe: What a gift to hear the squeals of children playing at the beach, even if they’re not your own kiddos.

There is a little girl playing mermaid, and a little boy making up impossible rules to some mythical game that involves a frisbee and a Sandcastle and his father squawking like a chicken.

A few feet down the way a mother hovers her baby over the surf, dangling their little feet above the water. Perhaps I am seeing a soul witness the ocean for the first time in its life?

What a gift to hear peels of children’s laughter in harmony with crashing waves.