Tuesday, 26 March 2013
What's 32 years?
My kids would still have been at home--Emily still a baby, Sarah 11 and Chris 13. We would be thinking about moving into a co-op housing project, because we believed in the co-op movement, although we didn't realize how draining it could be to be a responsible co-op family.
We would have had a cat, my sister would be living not far from us with her son who was the same age as Emily, and Dave would have been playing baseball in the summer, and going to the Gatineau Hills for cross-country skiing. Surprisingly, I would have been reading, drinking wine and consuming the hard-to-find dark chocolate goodies of the early 80s.
A person I loved a lot would have been working with me and I would never have believed that after she left our office, I would only see her 5 or 6 times over the rest of our lives. Our lives to date, that is.
Both my parents were still alive and strong, and we would have made at least quarterly trips with the kids up to Barrie, where we'd lay out strips of foam mattress in the hallway for the kids to sleep on, and Dave and I would crush into a single bed. At Christmas, we'd have to strap at least one trunk on the top of the car to carry all our presents for each other and the family, and it was joyous.
My eyes sparkled. I think I can still do that.