My 29 Year Old Self

I don’t know if this answer is technically correct, but anyone who is past a certain age will agree it is theoretically correct.

If I could be someone else for a day, I would be me, at age 29. I would love to have the body and strength I had then, and I would love to be with my young husband and two year old son for a precious day.

Back then, we lived in a little house in San Jose, CA by Alum Rock Park. After my husband left for work and I fed my son breakfast, I would put him in my bike child carrier and ride my bike to the top of Alum Rock Park, a grueling uphill, hour long ride. One there, he would play on the playground and I would push him on the swing, and watch him have fun. We sometimes saw deer there. The ride home was downhill, fast and exhilarating! At home, after lunch, my boy would nap while I caught up on chores or read. After his nap, a neighbor boy would sometimes come over and play. I would play with my son, too, or read to him, or we would make something. Later, I cooked dinner. When my husband came home, you could hear his van pull up our driveway. Our son would go crazy! It was as though he hadn’t seen his father for a month, and he was like this every single evening. He would scream, “Daddy! Daddy!” with delight and jump into his arms. This made my husband so happy! We would eat dinner, give the little guy a bath, watch TV and go to bed. A perfect day.

That is who I would want to be.