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"I tucked David into bed last night, and got ready to settle in with Anna for our nightly &amp;quot;catch up&amp;quot;. It&amp;#039;s practically impossible for her and I to have any sort of extended conversation while David is awake, unfortunately. He&amp;#039;s all over the place - playing with his action figures, on the Wii at ear-splitting levels, or climbing in my lap - and never any of it for more than three minutes at a stretch. We&amp;#039;re used to it, but it does make it rough on us if we want to talk. Once he&amp;#039;s down for the night, it becomes &amp;quot;our time&amp;quot;, and I get to hear all about middle school drama, which friend is her &amp;quot;best&amp;quot; friend this week, plans for the week, the far-flung future - you name it. Last night, she was scribbling furiously in a notebook when I walked into the bedroom. &amp;quot;Mom, I&amp;#039;m almost done with my list. Sit down!&amp;quot; I dutifully sat as she started reading. &amp;quot;First, a big resort in Aruba. How does that sound?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;It sounds wonderful,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;When are we going?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;When I&amp;#039;m older. You and I are going to travel.&amp;quot; She was really warming to her topic now. &amp;quot;Remember how you told me about your boss?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;The one who has the same birthday as her daughter?&amp;quot; I asked. That particular boss took a birthday trip somewhere exotic with her daughter every year. Of course, she made three times as much money as I do and only had the one kid to worry about, so it was a bit easier for her. &amp;quot;We&amp;#039;re going to travel just like them. I&amp;#039;m going to be rich and we&amp;#039;re going to go to Aruba since you liked it so much.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I did. Aruba was beautiful.&amp;quot; Her father and I went there to celebrate our tenth anniversary, and we took thirteen month-old Anna along as well. It was a wonderful trip, even if she was too young to share the memory of it. &amp;quot;After that we go to Macchu Picchu, then the Grand Canyon, then probably Africa or someplace wild like that.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;d love to see Hawaii,&amp;quot; I said, wistfully. &amp;quot;OK, but we&amp;#039;ll do that cruise so we can see all the islands. I&amp;#039;ll have plenty of money.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;And if you don&amp;#039;t, we&amp;#039;ll just get in the car and drive north until we can see the Northern Lights. That&amp;#039;s on my bucket list, too.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;And Alaska!! We need to see Alaska! She said with glee. We talked for a long while about all the places we&amp;#039;ll see and the things we&amp;#039;ll do. It was like a mental vacation for a good half an hour or more, the two of us dreaming and writing down lists of the great someday when we have money to burn and all the time in the world free to burn it in. Who knows if we ever will? I didn&amp;#039;t tell her that, of course. For one night, it was possible, and that&amp;#039;s all we needed to take us away from the world of macaroni dinners and deciding which bill gets paid on this paycheck. And I needed last night more than she&amp;#039;ll ever know. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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