Time

If there is one thing in my life I can count on, its time. Most days it seems to move at a slower pace than I would prefer. However, I understand that no matter what my perception of time is, it is always moving forward at the same pace.

 

Last year at this time I was counting down the days for my husband to return from a deployment in Afghanistan. The days seem to last years. Thankfully I had found a supportive group of wives that knew exactly how I felt. The loves of their lives were also 8000 miles away with my husband’s unit. Together we made it through one of the most difficult times of our lives.

 

Here I am today sitting on my couch while my husband is training to leave for another deployment thinking "Where has the time gone??" The amount of time he has been home (about 10 months now) has flown by. We have been able to enjoy much of this time together as a family, watching our son grow. But it honestly only feels like he has been home for only a few weeks.

 

I am so anxious for my husband to come home from training so we can enjoy a little more family time. We will have to live without this luxury for several months. In the same thought, I think of how silly I am to wish this time to pass. Is it selfish of me to hurry the time that I know he is safe and out of a war zone?

 

My son’s time without his father is unavoidable.  Poor D-man, he has the hardest time with daddy being away. I ordered him a Daddy Doll a few weeks ago. We received it two days ago and it has made a huge difference in his attitude!

At this time I wish to address Mr. Time directly: Dear Mr. Time: I have a wish- can you please just pass quickly so I can be at this point again????