This is hypothetical, but I always invision this thought when I think of the future:

• I’m married. I’m walking into a whole foods grocery store with my bearded husband (joe :P ). I’m 8th months pregnant with a baby bump, but I’m still little ole me. With a baby bump. A cute one :D I have my wooden tapers in my ears, my skin is oh so slightly tanned, and I have dark ashy blonde hair with straight across bangs. My hair is long. I’m wearing a brown, loose tank top and faded jeans that are rolled up at the bottoms with my Jesus shoes on. Joe is wearing an olive green shirt with his tan hemp pants he always wears when it’s warm outside. He’s really tan with his dark hair and bright blue eyes. It’s summer, obviously. I’m glowing from the inside out with bright pink cheeks and a subtle red lip with no eye make up. I have tattoos. One covering my foot, one on my arm. We get lots of greens, fruit, veggies, kambucha, chia seeds, ground flax seeds, coconut oil, and raw coconut water. oh, and some yummy tea for our regular tea time. We are both vegan and decide that we are going to raise the baby as a vegan, as well.

This is all hypothetical. It may never happen, but it’s CONSTANTLY on my mind. I hope it does happen someday….

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