Breakfast Visions

I had breakfast with my wife today, and I could tell that she was agitated.  She wasn't her usual happy self.  Heck, she wasn't even her usual tired and dopey self at this hour of the morning.  She was anxious and concerned.  When I asked her what was wrong, she said that she was worried about the test tomorrow.

I knew she needed to be distracted from worrying.  But I also knew that she needed to be reminded of hope.  So, I proceeded to tell her my visions and dreams for our children.  I talked about getting peed on while changing diapers.  I talked about chasing after our baby after it suddenly learns to walk and gets mobile.  I talked about coaching sports.  I talked about teaching our teenager to drive and parallel park.  I talked about saving up for college and weddings.  I talked about giving them money to start life on the right foot.  I talked about cherishing all of those moments and growing old loving my children fiercely and unconditionally.

By the end, she was laughing in spite of herself.  She was picturing those moments and probably a few of her own.  It was real and alive.  It was happening.  And the test tomorrow is going to prove it.