2028

This is what I thought of on my way to work this morning: My son, Inigo, who's barely two years old now will graduate from High School in the year 2028! Those numbers sound a little too futuristic, don't you think? Just imagine how bizarre it might've felt for our parents 30 years ago to be thinking about the year now, 2012. I heard my mom telling my aunt the other week how it's just our bodies that get old. The way they think and speak out their minds remain the same as when they were young. Our hair will turn gray, our skin will wrinkle, our eyes and bodies will weaken, but deep inside we will always be that girl, giggling in delight over a box of chocolate pretzels or a new pair of shoes.

Inigo will be eighteen in 2028. He'll probably be wanting to get out of the house and live on his own. I'd barely see him, I guess. Which made me think, how would I and my husband be 16 years from now? Will we have quit our jobs by then? Will we have traveled the world? Will we be as happy? Oh, I can't wait to live our life now to find out.