I visited my grandchildren last weekend—and my daughter and son-in-law, too, of course. It’s hard living so far away, but I try to get there about once a month if the weather and the airlines cooperate. My newest grandson is a little over 3 months old, and he is kind of hefty—weighing in at 17 pounds, about the size of a typical 7 –9 month old. He is healthy and is obviously thriving on his diet of breast milk only. While I was sitting on the couch, holding him, talking with him, cuddling him and making him laugh, I started to cry. I was overcome with sadness. I was thinking about how much love this little guy receives now, and will for the foreseeable future, and at the same time, about how many children may never know love, kindness, or a full belly.