Yesterday we spent so much time in the car and ran so many errands that knowing we had to run to the Commissary to grab a few items didn’t even faze us! And we were both pretty excited that today was Tuesday, which meant gymnastics. BB loves his gymnastics class and really looks forward to it each week.

So after a morning spent homeschooling we loaded into the car and ran over to Cove. Brooks is extremely outgoing, which is why when he claims he’s shy it cracks me up. He can make a friend anywhere he goes. He’s made a few good friends at gymnastics and looks forward to hanging out with them as much as he does attending the class.

After gymnastics Little B had a playdate, we ran to the commissary to stock up on food for our Spring Break trip to San Antonio, and came home to work on D.Brooks latest care package.

There is something about assembling care packages for D.Brooks that makes me feel somewhat better about him being so far away. I love sitting down and writing him a letter. Sappy and long. But then there’s the care package. A simple box that with a few thoughtful items and home baked snacks screams “home” in every sense of the word.

I can’t ever imagine all the things Brooks goes through. The sacrifices alone are overwhelming when I think about them. He doesn’t get to experience the comforts of home. He misses sports practices, events, trips. His schedule is never his own. And that’s just the tip of the iceberg. Brooks would never complain about that kind of stuff. If he’s homesick I can decipher it by the tone of his voice or the things he doesn’t say, as opposed to him actually telling me. My point is, that although I’m told from time to time that my sacrifices are big too, I just don’t buy it. While Brooks is on the other side of the Earth, doing who knows what, I’m in our home, comfortable, spending each moment with our child. I don’t miss the practices, the events, the trips. I make my own schedule. I get to kiss our son every night and listen to his nonstop chatter and see the gleam in his eye when he’s being silly. I see him grow and change,  notice the subtle changes in his likes and dislikes.

So when we put our care packages together we’re trying hard to bridge that distance. To bring a piece of ourselves and our home right into his Chu “over there.” Because we want to make it better for him even if he’s not asking us to. Maybe, I’m trying to make it better for myself too. Because I know he sacrifices so much because of us. And knowing that is sometimes too much to bear.

So after our Commisary trip The Boy and I were both looking forward to finishing up the latest care package. We filled it with homemade snacks, art projects, and homey things for his room. Little Brooks got it in his head that Daddy could use a banner in his room and so for art today I pulled out some items so he could do just that.

Here’s the banner, in all it’s glory, currently tucked into a box, ready for shipment first thing tomorrow.

Hopefully it’ll be a speedy delivery!