Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Rushing Through the Days

When Trevor is gone, it seems that I rush through my days from one thing to the next.

"Each thing I do I rush through so I can do something else. In such a way do the days pass -a blend of stock car racing and the never ending building of a Gothic cathedral. Through the windows of my speeding car, I see all that I love falling away: books unread, jokes untold, landscapes unvisited."
Stephen Dobyns

The never ending list of things that I can't quite get done. The curtains I promised a friend weeks ago that I would finish. The scrapbook in the closet, sitting in mute reproach. The stack of books that I am dying to read. The layer of dust on the mantle that is just screaming to be wiped away.

Sometimes I find no real joy in the things that I do accomplish, because the list is still there. I'm rushing to finish one thing just to start something else.

Strangely enough, life seems to slow down when he's gone in spite of all the rushing. At the end of the day, I take those few minutes of quiet solitude when the kids are finally asleep and the dishes done, to just sit for a moment or two. I admire the fall decorations on the mantle. I chuckle at the sight of our cat sleeping in contorted positions by the hearth. I breath a sigh of relief that one more day is over and that I have a brief respite from the chaos.

Then it's over and I make lunches for tomorrow, straighten the house before bed, and put one more X on the calendar to indicate that we are one day closer to his return. I live for that big red X. It reminds me of the one person who loves me no matter what. It reminds me of how cherished I am and how much I love him in return. It reminds me of the reason why I have two beautiful children sleeping down the hall, innocently oblivious to my stress and turmoil.

He'll be home tomorrow, and we will be complete.

9 comments:

luvmy4sons said...

The love in your stories of your hubby's absence shines...

beyond this moment said...

I can't imagine loving someone that much and having to say good-bye to him as frequently as you do. I am so glad he's coming home to you soon!

Mocha with Linda said...

Oh sweet friend, I've had you on my mind often these days. I can't wait for tomorrow for you!!

Andrea said...

Wow -- your hubby is a lucky man to have such a loving wife waiting for him back at home. I love how much you love each other!

Karen said...

Such a beautiful post. I love those quiet evenings. It seems the house enjoys them as much as I do. You and Trevor -- so blessed to have each other.

Leah in Iowa said...

Haven't heard from you in awhile, and wondered how you all were getting along. I'm glad your "wait time" is about over! =)

Kelly said...

I can relate. When my husband is gone on mission trips, nothing is normal. Praying for safe return!

The Young's said...

I'm so glad he'll be home. Bless your heart! I would HATE it if Mark had to be gone that long! You are such an amazing trouper! I hope your reunion is amazing!!!!Come on tomorrow for Xandra....take a little longer for us!! (We're at the beach right now and I want it to last as long as possible!!!!) Have a great weekend!
Buffi

Alana said...

I guess Trevor is home now. So thankful for that!

Have you ever read the book Breath, by Keri Wyatt Kent? It's a great one for addressing the rushing.