Time

Time is such a funny thing.  Saturdays and Sundays fly by, but the rest of the week can drag.  Summer months go quickly, but the months between Christmas and spring break seem to take forever.  Yet as a child, I remember how long summer seemed, and how ready I was to go back to school by August.  Now a school year seems so long, but by May it seems like it's flown by. 

Today marks 4 months since our little monster gained his wings.  At times, it seems like another lifetime that Henry was alive.  It seems like so long ago that I last saw his smile, last changed his diaper, last tucked him into bed.  Yet at other times, it seems like that was just yesterday.  I look at his pictures, and for a moment it seems like perhaps he's just taking a nap and he'll wake up any moment.  Similarly, it's hard to believe that it's been almost a year and a half since my mom left us.  Even though she and Henry never walked this earth together, she was still such a part of his life.  Her lessons came through me, and her legacy made me want to be the best mom that I could.

Moving makes time seem even less real.  I am typing this as I sit in our sunroom (see picture below!), and I can just picture my mom sitting out here with me.  (Although she would not approve of having the furniture facing the TV, rather than the windows!)  When I went out with the dogs the other morning, I sat on the deck and could almost see Henry toddling around the yard. 

Although neither Henry nor my mom are physically here in this house with us, their memories are ever present, and we carry them with us in our hearts.