I love small children. When they are someone else's!
My two are 12 and 19 (to be 13 and 20 within a month). My son lives full time with his dad in Texas, my daughter is on her own, again, in Texas. My neighbor-on-the-right has grandchildren. LOTS of them. Ages from six months to 21 years old. I know most of them by sight and name, they treat my backyard as if it were an extension of hers, on my invitation, and they know if there's a problem with Grandma to come get me. But the hearing specialist asked Chris if he wanted genetic testing done for possibility of future children and we both recoiled in horror. Babies of our own are not in the plans.