Babies. They're kind of everywhere. Strapped to a dad's back. Pushed in strollers. Cute strollers. Expensive strollers like this one that I love. They kind of are everywhere. Even at Gay bars.

OK. So. Not so much at gay bars as much as they are talked about there. I know. You're thinking. What? Babies at bars... at GAY bars?! It's not the topic of conversation you'd expect while one swigs back a fourteen dollar cocktail or scopes out the jean brand. But, for the first time I had a full fledge conversation about being a dad with two dads.

It's Friday night and the bar is packed. My two good friends are flirting in the corner and I'm just trying to make conversation until they are ready to drive me home. See, normal conversations that I've experienced at bars tend to go like this:

"So, what do you do?"
or
"So, you smell good... what are you wearing?"
or
"I love this song!" ENTER DANCE SEQUENCE HERE.

But that night in between the calculated beats of some Euro-pop-dance song two guys started talking about there kids... their THREE kids.

"We've been together for twenty-four years." One says as he sips his beer. He looks over at his partner and they shake their head in the way you shake your head when you are shocked to say some truth out loud.

"Wow." I say.

"Yeah. We just sent our oldest son to college this past fall. It was tough."

"What!? Wait... really? So you had kids pretty young..."

"Yeah, our second year of being together. We got our friend as a surrogate and from there we had three boys."

"That's... that's so cool..." I say shocked. I step to the side to get out of a tight t-shirt wearing guys way to the bar. "You just don't see that a lot... and sometimes I feel like an idiot for wanting things you don't think anyone else wants..."

"You want kids?" One asks.

"Yeah. I do..." I say probably revealing too much disappointment in my voice.

"But...?"

"Well... you know... some things haven't worked out in the last couple of months and maybe I'm too young and I don't know if I can do it yet..."

"But you want kids?"

"For sure."

"Then it will happen. Believe me. It will happen."

See. That's the thing. When you believe in something for so long and that something doesn't go in the way you believed it was going to go... you start losing the ability to want to believe. It's easier to just assume that whatever happens will happen and your hope and desires are just a big distraction from what is intended for you in life. You get older. Things happen that you just weren't expecting and it's easier to just go day to day with acceptable expectations... not expectations that are so out of the world it would be insane to admit them.

But then you see people who have met those expectations. And you start to realize why you like babies and want to have kids of your own. To show and to share with someone else, your little baby someones, that life is pretty cool if you just believe it's going to be cool.