Little Reminders

I say it often.  There are always little reminders of what should be. 

There are the giant reminders... empty nursery, empty arms, babies in carseats, pregnant ladies... those are obvious.

But it's the little reminders.  They catch me off guard.  Usually ruin my day.

Yesterday I was waiting for a friend on the end of the driveway and started talking to the recycling guy.  He mentioned how he likes his job and it's done him well.  Then went on to tell me that since he's been at his job, he's got married and now has a young family.  WELL GOOD FOR YOU!  A little reminder of what I don't have.  A seemingly innocent conversation about recycling turns into a painful conversation.

I hate it.