10 Years From Now...

I was carrying the groceries in today and was struck by how filthy my front storm door was. The handprints, lipmarks, and general yuck comes courtesy of my two year old little angel. He seems to think that glass doors are just not right unless there is a huge streak of Joe goo across them.

That got me to thinking...

In 10 years, I will no longer have any babies to leave handprints about two feet high.

I will find out whether Joe will be able to talk, sing, and attend school.

I will not buy diapers, wipes, or trip over a potty chair in my bathroom.

I will not have any more artwork made by clumsy little hands that practically seeps as much love as it does glue.

I will be living with my husband, and only two boys, as my oldest should be done with college about then. My middle son will be graduating high school.

I will have a couple of initials after my name. The first, I hope, is RN. The second is MSN (Master's of Science in Nursing), and the third is CRNA (certified registered nurse anesthetist).

I will be approaching my thirtieth wedding anniversary. 28 years, to be exact.

I will have a few stamps in my passport, which now is sadly lacking them.

I will have met people who may become good friends, and I will have lost others who mean a lot to me.

I will have changed my hair, my glasses, my weight, and my clothes from the way they look today.

What will not have changed is my love for the people closest to me, the faith I have in God, and the knowledge that no matter how much I plan, I have no idea what any phase of my life is going to bring. My children will have struggles, my husband and I will too, but we don't know what they will be until we step into the fire and emerge on the other side. I can hardly wait to see what God has in store!