I cannot get a glimpse of you. No, really. I cannot make you out on the horizon at all.
I cannot imagine a world where the Wild Boys are 8, 10, and 12. And the Girl is 15 (Eep!).
I know it will be like a blink of an eye though. Because I’m pretty sure just yesterday we were living in Germany with only 3 Wild Things who were newborn, 2, and 5.
But my right-now is so chaotic, and so loud, and so filled with poop and pee and spills and crying – that I can’t imagine you, even in my mind’s eye.
Will we finally be in south Asia? Will we be wiser? Will I be skinnier? Will the Girl have a bad attitude? Will the Wild Boys fight less (or harder)? Will there be less pee and poop?
Will I look back and think that things were so easy before and I just didn’t know it? Just as I do now with 5 years ago?
Sigh. A little perspective (past pee and poop) would be nice right now.
Can you imagine your 5 years from now?