I think I need to expand on this a little bit, before y'all think I've lost it.

I know this sounds CRAZY, but I've had these foreshadowing "visions" 5 or 6 times in my life. It took me a time or two to catch on to what it was all about - a brief (like 10 second) look at something that's going to happen anywhere from 2 weeks to six months in the future - but I've learned to accept it without question. They usually pop up when there's some sort of transition in my life (the last one was in 1997, before DD12 was born), so I guess I was due.

The longest and most distinct one happened in October of 1980, when I was 16 and sitting on the bench at a volleyball game watching the varsity team play one of our rivals (I was JV). I heard someone whistle in approval when one of the girls on our team made a vicious spike, and when I looked at him, the strangest feeling came over me - like I'd known him all my life. Yet I'd never seen him before. He was tall, dark...and goofy looking, with wild hair, big glasses, and a mustache. I didn't find him particularly attractive, yet I kept staring at him.

The girl sitting next to me elbowed me and said, "Whatcha looking at?"

And I replied without thinking, "The man I'm going to marry."

That immediately got her attention. "What?! Who? I didn't know you were dating!"

I pointed him out.

She said, "What's his name?"

I said, "I don't know. We haven't met."

She looked at me like I rocks in my head. "You're crazy! Besides, he's too old for you. He looks like somebody's uncle."*

I didn't see him again until April 1981, and I didn't recognize him when we were introduced. In fact, it wasn't until we were at prom a few weeks later when he ran into someone he knew, one of the girls in my class, that I put two and two together. They exchanged a frosty "hello" and I asked him where he knew her from.

"We went out a couple of times," he said, "But she was kind of a b*tch. Good volleyball player, though. I went to one of her games last fall."

I knew immediately who it was - the man I told my team mate I was going to marry...nearly six years before I DID marry him, 6 months before I even met him.

Freaky, huh?

As all but one of these other "visions" have come to fruition over the years, I'm having very good feelings this morning that the one I had yesterday will come about as well, in time. Let's see what happens...

*He started going gray at 17, about a year after his father walked away and his mother turned his life into a living hell because of it. Stress ages him. He looked 25 when he was 18. His hair has gone completely gray since he moved to the basement and he looks 60 from the neck up. But he also works out like crazy and looks about 30 from the neck down. It's a wildly attractive combination...