Tony has many dreams in fact.
One is to dump the rat race and live on the high seas.
He is ever-so-practical which is why we continue to landscape the backyard instead of liquefying everything to invest in scuba gear and take sail-mending classes. Through his fervored grin he describes the details of this sailboat or that sailboat. He tells me of a simple life that circles the globe, going port to port for odds and ends, immersing in coastal culture of many countries. A blissful existence of fish, fruit, sun and sails. There is the now version where the kids are schooled with the fishes and there is the retirement version where our daily life is sailing into our silver years, and our vacations are with the kids. He tells me all about the master suite and the kids’ rooms.
Seriously, the latest dream boat has 3 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms. We'd keep it green, only using gas in emergencies. He would find a way for my little kitty to come along. Dude has even figured out how to barbeque from the railing! Every angle examined, every pitfall bridged, every need fulfilled.
...except for the debilitating motion sickness of his first mate.
He shares this all not to persuade, not to entice, not to lure. As he sat there on the weight bench in the closet you could see him living it all up in his mind. Caught up in the excitement he says that the cockpit has two seats so we could be side by side piloting the boat with nothing but the ocean out in front of us. What he doesn't know is that it is this that eradicates my green-face, flip-flopping-belly, queasy trepidation.
...because then I can see it.
I can see us, side by side.