How'd you like a little peek into the future, Laurel? Oh, I really shouldn't, but, well, you so rock, I figure this indulgence, just once, will be all right.
You're sitting around a warm and cozy fireplace surrounded by friends and boisterous laughter. Early-morning snow gently falling across the countryside is visible from the enormous, ceiling-high windows beside you. Everyone is sipping hot chocolate, and reminiscing about the fabulous circumstances that have brought you together, brimming with excitement for times ahead. And then you chime in, "If only we'd seen it, we never would have been so hard on ourselves. If only we'd had just the slightest inkling that the challenges, lacks, and issues we faced back then were of our own exacting design, and that they'd soon make possible the whirlwind of events that so swiftly followed, we'd have been, well, as proud then as we are now... and every bit as photogenic."
And then everyone starts clapping, smiling, and taking lots of pictures.
Not a word to anyone,
The Universe
You're also wearing the most outrageous sparkly tights I've ever seen, Laurel. But then, you always could wear anything.
