We emptied a container of salsa during dinner this evening. As I was walking back from the recycling bin at the top of our driveway, I stopped and looked down the drive, my eyes traveling the road leading away. I could hear the boys in the backyard. They were hollering and exclaiming as they jumped into and out of puddles left behind only moments ago by a brief monsoon storm. The substantial gray clouds were already distancing themselves from us, not ones to linger in any one place too long.
For some reason a thought lodged itself into my head as I continued to look past our driveway and onto the road leading into our neighborhood.
In ten years…
In ten years Cody will be 20 and Carter 18. If I am lucky, I will have seen them grow up and mature.
In ten years Husband and I will be in our fifties. I will have been a teacher for 14 years.
Maybe. Or maybe not. Nothing is certain in the march of time. But I do hope I will be around and that I will take a moment to pause, my ten-year older self, and reflect on what has come and what will still be before me.