It’s happening too quickly. It occurred to me last night as a lay in bed beside Jamie, listening to his breathing and occasional snores, that as fast as the past two weeks flew by while I was on Christmas vacation, the next two weeks are going to go by even faster, and he will be gone. It was great to have time off work for both of us to spend some quality time together this Christmas, but it really seems like it went by in a blink. I can only hope that his deployment will go by with similar speed. I just think back to all that has happened in the past year and don’t have much hope that it will. It seems like eons ago we went on our cruise to the Caribbean. That was in June. Only half a year ago? Wow. And even longer still that we bought this house and moved in. That was
a lifetime ago a year ago.
It was another January not too long ago that I felt these same feelings and went back to another semester at MSU, telling my friends Nicki and Jessie that I was about to get married because Jamie was getting deployed. It had been like an atomic bomb drop that January, but this time, it has been an acid eating away casually at my insides.
I dread going back to work tomorrow not because I don’t want to teach but because I know that it will make these moments fly by. And there is so much to take care of before he leaves. If women can have weeks for maternity leave, why can’t they have a few weeks for deployment leave? Maybe if I had a super power, it’d be to stop time when I needed to or to speed it up when the occasion arose.