Letter to self

 Dear future me, 

Hello future me, what a wild thought this is, writing a letter to myself in twenty years. I have no idea where you are, what you're doing, or how anything has played out for you but man, I really hope life is sick. I hope you end up doing everything that you wanted to do and more. At our age right now, we have no idea what we want to do. We just stopped playing baseball and I'm currently writing this from Hiba's bedroom in Pittsburgh when we went for Valentine's Day this year. If you are married, I really hope it is to her. We are sitting here, only three months into our relationship, and this is the happiest I have ever been. I'm also wondering if you're still like me in any way. I wonder if twenty two year old me still lives inside of 42 year old me a little. I hope that we are working in baseball, maybe a coach, but hopefully some sick front office job that makes us a ton of money. I know that life hasn't always been easy for us but I hope we have it somewhat figured out by now. I hope that we have a few kids, hopefully, one girl and one boy. Even though I know Hiba wants about four. No matter the ups and downs I know that we did everything that we could every step of the way for everyone in our lives. I wonder where we live now? I know that we dont still live in the same place that we grew up in but I hope that we still are having fun. Theres no way we still don't love baseball and our family as much as we did when we were young and theres no way we dont have a dog or at least a few pets. I wonder what we are doing if our job isnt in baseball. I honestly have no idea what we could be doing but I hope we are doing well.