Time can be relative, can’t it?

When we are beside ourselves with excitement, waiting for something to happen or a particular day to finally arrive, time can seem to slow, as if mocking us. And then there is the craziness of time seeming to utterly pass us by in a hurry when we’d like it to do anything but.

I think it would be an understatement to say that when Brooks and I began dating we were pretty much attached at the hip. Where one was, the other was sure to be close behind. It’s hard not to remember those times fondly, the innocence of youth and the time before 9-11. Back then we felt as if we had all the time in the world to be together.

And then he started contemplating joining the service. I didn’t think he was particularly serious. One of the first things I had learned about Brooks was his disdain for the military. He just didn’t believe in it. Being a military brat I understood that military service brings along separations from time to time and the thought of being separated from Brooks was painful, and we’d only experienced that temporarily one summer.

So we quickly dismissed the Navy, and Brooks wasn’t going to be manhandled by the Marine recruiter, so the Army it was. Yes, I’m aware that the Coast Guard and Air Force exist. I’m not quite sure why Brooks didn’t look into those, or even if he did. But that’s neither here nor there.

And then as if it were some cruel joke we’ve experience separation after separation. Chatting with Brooks via Skype today we were reminiscing and laughing hard, as usual, while I was secretly relishing the simple sound of his voice. I do that quite often. And we were discussing the future and contemplating life five, ten, twenty years down the road, and it made me realize that regardless of the separations we’re still together. I may not physically see him everyday, he may not be here in the morning to sit with us over breakfast, I may not have the ability to hold his hand and harass him for more kisses (I’m what they call Sprung, do they still use that word?) but we are still together.

Obviously, more so in spirit, but it’s a comfort to know that regardless we have time on our side. Remember, I’m a half full kind of gal. God willing, we’ll grow old together, watch Little Brooks grow into a man, putter around the house at half speed, miscommunicate due to faulty hearing… I’m looking forward to all that. And even then I’ll still be holding his hand, pestering him for a few more kisses, and talking way too much.

Somehow down the road this will all just be a moment in time, a small fraction of the life that we’ll live.

As much as I want time to hurry on up so we can welcome Brooks back home, I want it then to slow down so we can savor every moment together. If these deployments have taught me something it’s that each moment counts, and shouldn’t be squandered. And I hope as time pulls us away from the trial and pain of these deployments, that I’ll never take him for granted, nor the moments gifted to us.

And on that note, I’ll share a few pictures of our day here in Texas.

Little B and I were invited to a friend’s house for breakfast. I have to attach a picture because the food was incredible, as the company was as well. Hopefully the picture does the meal justice because even now I’m still wishing I was eating another egg topped tostada.

Afterwards we returned home to homeschool.

And then we had a huge airplane fight. Yes, airplane fight. I’m not quite sure how it started. One moment BB was flying his paper airplanes and then one hit me in the arm and he started giggling like crazy. And that was that. By the time we were done he was laughing so hard he needed his inhalor. True story. I think it’s amazing that every day Brooksy finds himself in such hysterics that it drives him to wheezing and coughing and gasping for air. It sounds crazy but I usually have to tell him to stop laughing. Which doesn’t necessarily help because he thinks that’s a hoot and it drives him to laugh harder.

After he recovered we pulled out some art.

The Artful Parent posted this today: http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/2WNqhf/artfulparent.typepad.com/artfulparent/2011/03/painting-with-wheels.html I was pretty keen on trying it out because, one it was a simple project and two, it looked like loads of fun. I was right on both accounts. The Boy had a blast painting with the wheels on his cars and I had just as much fun watching him.

After he made about eight different pieces (he really enjoyed it) I brought out some paper to make cards for his homeschool co-op teachers. Our semester officially ends tomorrow and I wanted The Boy to make his teachers something homemade to thank them for their time and efforts. He’s really enjoyed his time and has made a few new friends.

I contemplated baking something but ran out of sugar AND then, more importantly, fretted about eating habits. I know a lot of the homeschoolers are very holistic with their approach to food and I was worried we’d bake something offensive or inedible.

I found a website that had a cute card that used a child’s hand print as the basis for a pot and the stems to flowers. Here is the website: http://www.cool-kids-craft-ideas.com/handprint-flowers.html. Brooksy made four card and tomorrow, after they’ve dried he’s going to write “Thanks for helping me grow!” inside each card. He made each card different because he worried some of the teachers may be friends and might be offended at receiving similar cards. Funny Little Man.

Tomorrow is going to be a long day but we get to spend the morning with a great friend and will finish the afternoon with Co-Op. It’s going to be a great day!