we've been home for three months now. which is, give or take a few days, the same length of time we were gone. steve and i cannot fully grasp this. how can it be? to us, it felt like we were gone for such a long time. we remarked, so often, how funny time felt while we were there. (i wrote a little about it here.) it bears repeating. it really was so strange. time moved altogether differently while we were there. and now that we've been home the same time we were gone, we're being reminded of this strange phenomenon again. through it all, i keep wondering, what does this mean about the pace of our life here?
i haven't done anything by way of an album or framing, so grabbing them for this post is probably the most time i've spent looking at our pictures aside from showing them to some friends. it's hard to capture the feelings they conjure. it's a mix of disbelief, wonder, nostalgia, wishing, sadness, happiness, a decent dose of what were we thinking. the kids were smaller, younger, haircuts were different, anders had more chub and wasn't even crawling when we left. it was home for three months and i miss it.