You are Mine

A recurring dream last night in which I am sitting in a restaurant facing a wall. At the next table, there is a family with two children, one of them a baby. It's a small baby, looks like about 1 year old, but we recognize each other. The baby keeps looking at me and smiling and has bright eyes, he's wearing an orange shirt. I say, "I know you. You are mine, but somehow we weren't born in the right place."