A few weeks ago, I was playing MASH with my sister. She’s 12 and apparently MASH is now on your iPod touch, not binder paper (man, am I behind the times or what?). When we’d finished, I was living in an Apartment with Ryan Gosling with 11 children. Nav was less than pleased.
It really got me thinking, what will my life look like in 10 years? We all try to visualize where we’ll be and what we’ll be doing (especially us planners out there).
Here’s what I’m hoping:
I’m married to this handsome guy. He’s still making me laugh, teaching me about all kinds of random stuff, continuing to turn me into a tech nerd, and making me feel special every single day. And now he’s a big shot finance guy. I’m still in love with him and I still feel just as lucky as I always have.
We have 3 beautiful, half-Persian children (working on 4?). What does a half-Persian child look like, I wonder? We could not be more opposite. This kid is a genetic crapshoot. But they’ll be cute, for sure. And brilliant (all Nav). And if Archie is any indication, very used to having a camera shoved in their faces.
We live in a small-ish house that started as a starter home but wound up being our home home. Maybe the kids have to share rooms or something. It builds character. Plus I hate big houses.