One day, we will nervously carry our luggage, hop on a blessed plane, and fly to a foreign country. One day, we will get lost on the streets of Spain, play with the extinct animals in Africa, watch the Niagara falls in Toronto, swim with the dolphins in the Philippines, walk around in New York, see the beautiful lights in Tokyo, and have the most scrumptious meal in Italy. One day, we will receive numerous wedding invitations from our close friends, give endless wedding speeches, buy tons of wedding presents before it will be our turn to host our own. One day, we won’t be each other’s tickle frenemy anymore, as we will pass the sweet torture to our cute babies while we watch them giggle to tears. One day, we will march up the stage with silly grins and proud faces, not for ourselves, but for our intelligent kids. One day, as we argue about the places we will travel, we will pin up a map on a random place in our room, and we will play darts with our kids. One day, we will roam around the world as a family and become invincible just ‘cause right there and then, we would both know the world is in our hands. One day, when our kids are finally ready to be their fullest selves, we will watch our kids fall in love and eventually, we would say goodbye to them as they go on and have the family of their own. One day, one of us is going to have to go, while the other would try to hold on hopelessly in faith, but we will never ever say goodbye. One day, we will meet again while we fly across the clouds, and we will continue the life we have started from above.
But until then, here’s a photo of the start.
