This is where Cosmo sits in the kitchen… chatting to me, occasionally whistling and usually eating.
He turns 8 this Sunday. 8.
8 whole years.
I’m not sure how this time has flown by so quickly. I remember his arrival like it was yesterday. But here we are on the “eve eve” of his birthday.
I keep wondering what he will be like in 10 years, when he’s towering above me, full of creativity and brilliance, probably poised to go off on some amazing adventure, at 18 turning into a man… he’ll still be whistling, I just know it.
This idea of visualising and meeting yourself in 10 years has been in my head since I read the wonderful Jeanine’s post... this is an experiment I need to play with, I’ll let you know how I get on…
Do you ever think about where you’ll be in 10 years?