In 10 years, maybe he and I will live in a house in a woodsy area with a stream in the back yard. Where we can step outside and smell a fresh rain, leafy trees, tumbling water, and blue glass sky. A place where we can see the sky lighting up in the angelic colors of a new day. Where we can sit on a mossy patch by the stream touched with a tiny cluster of forget-me-nots, and just try to count the tan-gray rocks through the changing water. A place where it could be just me, him, and Providence, for a few shining minutes of the day.