Another week down in Afghanistan.
In some respects the days seem to be going by faster. This
week and the last have flown by. In other respects it seems like I’ve been here
an eternity. The reality is it’s only been 2 months.
I think this phenomenon comes depending on what time of day
it is. If it’s the day time, and I’m working, I stay so busy and focused that
when I look up, 12 hours have passed. I go back to my tent, hop on FaceTime
(when the Internet cooperates) and try talking with the wife and kids.
I see Grace dancing around the house, singing songs, and
talking a mile a minute. Her vocabulary and ability to communicate is far more
advanced then when I last saw her. Timothy, the little baby boy I held in my arms
and who did little more than slept all day, is now crawling and trying to keep
up with his big sister. He’s not so little anymore. Grace looks more and more
like a little lady and less like a baby every time I see her on during video chats.
Timothy waves and sits up on his own and feeds himself.
Two months. And that’s all happened.
It is fun to watch though. The Wife has sent plenty of
pictures and videos. She even caught Timothy’s first crawl on video. Even
though I wasn’t there, I was still happy to be able to see it. I probably
watched that short clip a dozen times when I first got it. Way to go, kiddo!
Yes, my family is doing great things. Growing, learning, and
handling the separation as well as anyone could expect. True, I am a little
jealous that I’m physically not there to see everything happen and be a direct
part in it, but I am happy that time hasn’t stood still either – everyone is
trying to be as normal as possible.
I just hope though that when I close my eyes tonight and
wake up tomorrow, 10 months will have passed.
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