Since I'm not getting much sleep, I spend a lot of time thinking. Dangerous business, this whole thinking thing!

Baby Griffin is sleeping beside me on the covers right now (it's Saturday afternoon, though I probably won't post this till tomorrow) while Todd and Amy are at the movies. They're another one of those happy couples I've met in San Diego.

I keep reaching back in my memory; did I ever know so many married folks who appear this happy? It really does seem unnatural on many levels. We work some odd and long hours, yet I know at least 4 - 6 couples that appear to have exactly the happily-ever-after sort of relationship that I thought I might have. Maybe they aren't that happy but if not, they all do an excellent job of covering it up.

It makes me wonder how different my life might be if somewhere along the way to now I'd met someone with whom to conquer all the challenges of our lives, together. Maybe that's my way, to retreat when the going gets too tough. Maybe I expect too much from any one man. Maybe I simply haven't met the person who will be able to put up with me yet. Maybe I don't really want to be happily-ever-after, after all.

Well, no, that can't be it. I'm a hopeless romantic; of course I want happily-ever-after. Maybe someday.