When I was a young mom . . . ok, this was when I lived in Rocky Mountain House around 1986 . . I went to a cabin fever event for women. At the end of the weekend event, we had a "visualization" exercise where we were to picture where we would be in 5, 10, 20 years from then. Strangely enough I had a shockingly clear picture of being retired in a small, comfortable home with over stuffed sofa and chair where I sat surrounded by cluttered side tables with pictures of children/grandchildren. Tom was in the kitchen just off the living room, making tea for us. There was a fireplace. Family pictures adorned walls, mantel and tables. There were doilies on tables and even the arms of the sofa and chair.
I have held on to this vision, because I have always "known" that Tom would be with me in my "old" age, and making tea in a loving and nurturing environment. I am loved and cared for.
Now - picture, April. 28, 2012. I am 59 and Tom is 64. I am sitting in my living room with the gas fireplace running. Sirius radio is playing love songs in the background and I am sitting in my glider rocker. Tom is sitting on the sofa beside me. He is reading his Kobo (not invented yet in 1986). We have apple martinis to sip on. I am at peace. Life is good and I am so fortunate to be loved and cared for.
Please let this "visualization" and "reality" be forever in my memory. This is who I am and where I belong.
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