Predictions

I was sitting quietly listening more to my own thoughts than the giggles of children running rampant in their s'more induced joy.  Or of the conversation brewing on the other side of the campfire that I think included the words "Obama" and "right winged conservatives."  Instead I thought of my younger self and what that younger version of me saw as her future. 

At 21 I took LSATs and sent applications out for higher education.  And chose a school in the big city.  Where I had my own apartment, adopted a kitten, studied late into the night and supposed I had it all figured out.  Study hard.  Make Law Review.  Intern at the prosecutor's office.  Network.  Graduate.  Earn a decent living. 

That is about as far into the future as my thoughts went.

Well, except that those plans always included Razor.  His apartment was only a block away.  And he would help me memorize anything I asked him to.  And since he was in school too we tended to keep similar hours and spend most all of them together.

Back at that smoky fire ring, the back of my head rested on his chest as his arms encircled me and rubbed at my goose bumps.  He nodded in agreement to political talk and gave more than one bugged eyed, throat clearing warning to our children headed for yet another marshmallow.  There we sat with over fifteen years behind us.  And as my thoughts flitted between my present and past selves I felt amazed at the journey we've taken and the life we've made. 

Never planned.  Never predicted.  Supremely perfect.

His arms around me.

I know how strong I am. 

I know how strong he is.

And I love the view from here.

-dana