It started as many plans do… far-fetched and impossible. And alluring because it felt far-fetched and impossible. It was also years in the future because we were raising three teenagers. So we dreamt up plans and called it fantastical dreaming. We were good at it. Really good at it. There were long walks with the dog and long drives to Tahoe and caffeine-induced mania where ideas poured from our brains and felt more possible than impossible. “We can do this!” Adam would say, smiling widely and looking into my eyes for assurance that I too felt thrilled by possibility, no matter what we were dreaming about. I would smile back, buoyant from Adam’s enthusiasm, and say, “Yes, together, we can do anything.”
Adventures in awesomnacity