I haven't written in a while because, quite frankly, life has gotten too busy/complicated/tedious/uninspiring (pick one) to write about. For the most part we are mostly/sort of/sometimes (pick one) fine, but sometimes we are fabulous/horrible (you know the drill...pick one).
For the most part, I've stopped counting time in days and weeks, there are just too many. I now observe time in months -- months that we've been apart, months between visits, months until we will all be together again as a family...except that we never really will. Two sons are grown, and by the time my husband returns, another will have graduated. Time has become my enemy -- passing too slowly, or too quickly, but never at my preferred pace.
Who would have thought that the last six month would be more difficult than the first...
For the most part, I've stopped counting time in days and weeks, there are just too many. I now observe time in months -- months that we've been apart, months between visits, months until we will all be together again as a family...except that we never really will. Two sons are grown, and by the time my husband returns, another will have graduated. Time has become my enemy -- passing too slowly, or too quickly, but never at my preferred pace.
Who would have thought that the last six month would be more difficult than the first...
