There will come a day....

when Mo rides up with his friends and wonders why his mom isn't playing badminton on the lawn with intelligent, beautiful, rich girls. Girls who are his age and came looking for him and decided to hang around waiting for him to get home. Cool, sports loving girls who vow to "kick his butt" in whatever game and have to capacity to do it.

And I'm going to remind him of 9/9/2012.

I want to note this day so when I'm long dead and he tries to learn about me he'll know that he was goofy and I was a-okay.

What's your "there will come a day...." story that you'd like to live into the future?