"We only have 7 months left here," he said. His tone was the same as if he'd been saying he only had 7 more hip surgeries before he could walk again. Overwhelmed, but ever looking forward to that end goal with a We Can Do This attitude. "We only have 7 months left here," I repeated. Though I said it as one might say she only has 7 more days left to live.
And, that about sums up our experiences in living in Miami so far. Brian is enclosed in crowds of entitled people, and narrow traffic lanes clogged with battered cars and hot-headed drivers, in long work hours and work-a-holic peers, in searching for parking around our building every. single. night (and sometimes in walking the blocks home after finding one), in deciphering accents and dealing with people who can say little more in his native tongue than 'no English'. The heat of the days seep under his white coat and make him sticky with sweat as he treats numerous fungal eye infections that fester in the humidity of this environment.
And me? I'm enclosed in sand and sun, in ocean waves and pool days, in soothing breezes and cool showers... it makes sense why we feel differently about this halfway mark approaching.
The golden lining in all of this is that Brian is learning so much more about how to treat gross-looking eyeballs. And the kids and I are working hard to have fun even while he's away. It's hard sometimes because he really brings an infectious energy into the home that always makes things a lot more fun. But once in a while I can get the kids enjoying a slide as much as they enjoy their dad.
Timbo watching the older kids, wishing he could play...
You're getting close, buddy... keep working on crawling, first.
And once the fun of the playground wears off...
We can fill the daddy-void with some cold sugar cereal for dinner.
See? I know how to keep it fun.
After dinner we sometimes head back out to the beach to play away the sun. (Well, we used to be able to do that before the combination of winter and daylight savings created a 5:30 sunset... so sad to lose those after dinner sunlight hours.)
This guy is starting to love the sand.
See how much?
He also loves eating things. All things. Blankets included.
And then when daddy finally makes it home, we celebrate by staring at each other for the rest of the night.